a lesson in grief

[this was day 4 of escapril. prompt was: ghost.] summer always brings back an emptiness, an air of melancholy; nostalgia that suffocates me lying with my back on the sun-soaked poolside pressing myself flat, to dry out, to harden just like the ground beneath me: rough and unrelenting. i used to come to your house …

bruises on egos

[hi, kind of back? maybe? anyway, doing national poetry month this year. skipped most days last year so it wasn't worth posting. but i decided i should get to writing and this is a good month to do so. so enjoy the first one] breathing out i taste iron and kerosene, licking the back of …