7 billion Beautiful stars…

This does not feel like healing. Can’t I hear myself….. My thighs have become rotten pink, and grey memories of your heartbreak surround me. Eyes still feel like a small girl trying to find her mother in war. Your empty room does not smell like the orange weather, it’s starting to smell a lot like…

Lost in my House

I’ve been lost too many times now. Lost in my own house where I was too scared to open the door outside. Every time I left home, it hurt but I learned something. This time, I’m learning to decorate my body. I’m learning to keep to myself the leaves and branches that I used to…