Let me tell you a story about birth: A girl came home one day after school and the walls bent around her, wrapped her all up absorbed her back into the womb. That was how it happened. Except, the floor was covered in broken glass and she touched it and got her fingers all cut […]
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This is for the girls with hearts made of glass and bloody fingers from picking up the broken shards. This is for the girls with hearts like flowers, dying and growing back in an unending cycle. This is for the girls with hearts encased in chains and no key to unlock them. This is for […]
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Won’t you come, and walk these rugged roads with me? We can drive that beat-up van through stretches of golden cornfield, dappled with dying sunlight, listening to the tired hum of the engine and wondering breathlessly when it will sputter and give out. Dusk descends and the crickets come alive with their calls—a song to […]
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And I’ve got ink stains on my sheets All of the blue I’ve spilled Over you And just as the moon wraps its way Around the wide and warm And wet earth These sun-faded sheets wrap their way Around my Wide and warm body And I am reminded once more Of every Drop of water […]
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The guilt is on the rocks, I’m washing up to shore, so sure the impact will crush my bones and I’ll be asleep once more. But I’m struggling, I’m paddling, pushing past some anger, as my frail legs kick indignantly at the waiting water. My soul is screeching soundlessly that everything is make believe, and […]
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They didn’t call you beautiful, They thought you already knew. They envied the confidence you exuberated, Yet you had none. And when you were at your lowest No one noticed Because you painted a smile on your face brighter than the stars in heaven. And you knew you weren’t ugly; And you knew you weren’t […]
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I run in the rain for the sense of the splatter. I run in the rain To remember, To repeat. A rock smashed in mud at a second glance is a dead turtle, squashed. Reservoir turtle to road kill. Perfectly positioned as in life, Walking, unaware of impending death. The Turtle’s shell shattered, the protection […]
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I thought I’d like to write a poem about you No, it isn’t a love poem I thought I’d like to write a poem for you No, don’t mistake this for a peace offering I thought I’d write a poem to you But the poem’s sharp edges would cut through your skin— No, Through your […]
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Expected publication: December 9, 2014, by Delacorte Press Mysterious. Magnificent. Creepy. Welcome to Rockford Manor. “There’s something hidden in the Maze.” Seventeen-year-old Imogen has never forgotten the last words her father said to her seven years ago, before the blazing fire that consumed him, her mother, and the gardens of her family’s English country […]
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