18 May 2015
White irises float on the darkening air / like ghosts of sturdier flowers
11 May 2015
I write this to you in defence of the green growing things / I write this to you to fill the spaces you left in your wake
4 May 2015
And when you kiss me, your mouth tastes of brine.
27 April 2015
Underneath my skin, I come and go.
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