-
Inflamed
There is a match. You found it on the ground, in the middle of the arctic, when you were freezing and shivering and cowering against the world over the horizon.
-
All Hail
Salt is in your wounds; they pour there, they always do.
-
Poetry
No, this is not poetry.
-
Mee-ah
Mhm. Mhm. Alright.
-
actually, do
I beg of thee to stop these— these, these, those; feels.
-
Don’t Think
so escape. hide. run.
-
Interview
I have an interview tomorrow at 11am.
-
times new
Love Poetry Is Always About The Lover never The Beloved.
-
Suds
I wish I could swallow you, dry, and gurgle and gurgle and gurgle.
-
This Week
I have never had to experience a thirst or starvation great enough to warrant desperation, and that’s something I’m only grateful for in moments like these, when I appreciate water and ice because it brings me joy.
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Melody Zhang 