When I was in my early twenties, I was diagnosed with endometriosis during a laparoscopic surgery. When I was in my early thirties, I was diagnosed with premenstrual dysphoric disorder. I spent much of this time being a guinea pig, trying out medicines, diets, supplements. You name it, I’ve done it. In my mid thirties, I went through a wellness journey and an awakening in many ways. I was avidly doing yoga and got my yoga teacher certification. I was doing a lot of energy wor

In normal words, I would say "You're my soulmate." But in poetry, I would say “I did not believe in magic until the night fell upon me and the shadows that followed me were you. I did not believe the worst part of me would seek its comfort in your arms until I laid bare on your chest. I did not believe that you would lick the blood from my wounds until your mouth was covered in crimson. You are not my light in the dark, you become the dark with me. You are not my saviour into

If I told you I loved you, would you carry the burden? If I am to yearn, would you bear your heart in return? I only know that with you I am walking on the ocean floor where only we exist. And without you, I am the scattered remains of a thousand broken ships. If my soul cannot walk freely by your side, then I am a prisoner of the stars. And if I must send each burning sun to where the darkness swallows, and if no light remains except that of your aura, then I shall gladly li

6:48 AM on my day off. That’s about 5 hours of sleep. No, 4. About the same as last night. I can’t sleep. I want to sleep but I can’t. The vibrating noise from my husband's aggressive fan rumbles through my walls and I can’t handle the noise. My brain is on fucking fire listening to the God damn vibrations. He doesn’t get it, the stimulation. He doesn’t know what it’s like trying to drown that out night after night. Like a damn car starting up in my bedroom where the engine r

What if the beating of our hearts were synced and our darkness was our meeting ground. What if we danced in shallow water while we...

The first three days after his death were sunny. I was angry that the sky wasn’t mourning the same as us. Nobody thinks it’s going to be...

Call me crazy. Call me anything, because nothing is a whole lot worse. Nothing festers inside of you until you become it, numb, a shell...