tesvarb

I find poetry under my nails and behind my ears, prose spirals down the drain after a long, thoughtful bath: the kind where you don't come to until the water's long since gone cold.

I am a battlefield on a fault line- desire on my tongue and indecision stuck between my teeth -what words will my breath carry when the land buckles and parts?

please. i want to kiss the rain from your mouth; but i am a hurricane.

i know a girl made of mercury; silvery-white and iridescent, she is her own liquid constellation. she knows a broken love but it does not mean she's broken. it does not mean she's broken. she is quicksilver against palms, blink and she is already through your fingers, but she makes me vermillion, she is not broken. i know a girl who thinks herself as ruined, but i've seen her gentle hands forge and her brilliant mind create. there is nothing ruined about a girl with a heart too big for her body. after all, only the beautiful think they are ruined.                      she calls herself a caged bird                          but songs s

sometimes i wish i could stitch you on my feet so you would learn how to move forward

I don't know how to describe what I see, but I can promise that I never want to stop looking.

When I was a child It always confused me If you are still standing, how can you be de-feeted?