Ache

Most times when the week ends, a time I sought all week, I feel the crush of water breaking, from dams vulnerable to bursting, I think of how my heart beat, the times I held my breath, pushing through another moment, all tiny moments, culminating in a wellspring of tears, uncontrollable. The pressure to perform,…

Gray

I dip my feet into hot lava, hoping the same course won’t be taken again. I know they say to be loved you have to love yourself, be who you want to be first; but that’s an impossiblity for one who ruminates on each nuance of society, life, expression, brain scarely stopping, even in scattered,…