Poetry

I used to write poetry. I haven’t in some time.

A lot of this is “cringey young adult poetry,” perhaps, but I’m still fond of it. However, a bunch of it is extremely dark.

Contents, with warnings when applicable:

• Only One Left {death}
• Mid-loss {death}
• Aftermath {death}
• one and two
• Grow
• Slowly
• Alya {grief}
• so many alone at night
• Up Up And Away
• Sleep
• Hold
• Sorry
• Right over there
• The Road to Hell
• Self
• Tree {fascism}
• Unlit {grief}
• One summer morning
• Smile