My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there.

Sometimes the most healing thing to do is remind ourselves over and over and over, other people feel this too.

You are not weak just because your heart feels so empty.

We all have bullets beneath our skin we pray our lovers won't flinch at when they find.

she's wondering how many women are walking around this world feeling the tingling of their amputated wings remembering what it was to fly to sing

You keep worrying you’re taking up too much space. I wish you’d let yourself be the milky way.

We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night.