10/2/24, 1:57 PM The tempest has finally subsided, and stepping out from my weathered shelter I smell the bittersweet petrichor left behind. The columns and girders dissipate into the muddy ground, the wood gnarled and eroded. The foundation was never there, it's a wonder the refuge lasted as long as it did. Despite the rancor softly enduring in the back of my heart and on the tip of my tongue, my sun sets all the same, as if nothing ever happened.

10/29/24, 3:21 PM The threads of my quilt were frayed, the tarnished silk showing its age as I presented it to them, proud of every inch of it. This had been it, what I had stitched together all this time. One by one, each of them pulled at a thread. The smaller the quilt became, the louder the laughter ensued. My words were stuck in my throat, wanting to scream, wanting to cry, wanting to beg, until the threads lay strewn on the floor. The room was empty, the echoes of their laughter cursing my consciousness. My cheekbones ached from smiling so much, but alone I could finally rest them.

10/29/24, 4:01 PM He traced his thumb across her jaw, feeling every unspoken word resting on her lips. The echoes of her soul erupted from her pupils as they met his, the past present and future happening in that very moment. "Kiss me" his body begged. "Kiss me before the future returns to us.”

11/21/24, 2:32 PM Dresses of gold and guns of diamond melt into the four barren walls that have protected me my entire life. I'm safe here, it'll all melt down but I'm safe. But what will I do when the walls become decrepit? I've stayed in here for too long, I'm wearing them down. My mind hurts. I want to melt into the walls too. But that's a lie, I know because I see their hands meeting at zenith, waiting for me to reciprocate their embrace. I can't wait to feel their warmth, the warmth I told myself never existed. The warmth I would have burned my walls down to feel.

2/5/25, 3:37 PM

The soufflé we made was burned to a crisp, but the echo of your hollow eyes remained. Those eyes- the empty flickering wick of a candle that no longer belonged to me. You held onto the burned flakes in your hand, the only thing that seemed to spark recognition in your eyes. Your words, barbed into my ribs would never allow me freedom. Those barbs trapped me here, in the room with an unlocked door that I gazed at longingly. But as I saw you drop to your knees, I picked you up one last time. Your words sown into my bones like silk, coating me in the same warmth you felt.

3/2/25, 9:58 PM

3/12/2025, 10:40 AM

I've asked you too many times without speaking to you, but again I beg you to tell me. Is it only me who wants to reach out? Every time our shoulders brush I feel the electricity in my ribs, Humming like power lines in a storm that are about to snap. It takes all of my strength to keep my stupid grin in check as we stand in this crowded ballroom. We laugh and hug the ones surrounding us, but my mind keeps your image looped like a song stuck in my head. You speak to me, holding out your hand, my name sounds different when you say it. I keep my hands in my pockets, digging my fingernails into my sweaty palms. I can't dance, I refuse to dance. Because if I give into the music, if I allow you to take me away from my chaotic mind, if I say the words my mouth refuses to speak, I don't know what will break first. But what will happen when the melody stops? I have so little time and all the time in the world, and I stand still. Scared of reaching out, scared of tripping over my feet. All because I mistook static for spark. So I watch quietly from afar as the music slows, feeling the quiet violence in my chest. The petrichor of the beautiful storm inside my mind, wanting to grasp something I was never meant to hold.