My thighs are black and blue from where I hit them Hyperventilating and out of control in the bathroom I didn’t care what the girl in the green hijab thought when I slammed open the door- Momentarily I didn’t care that I made her jump- I locked myself in the stall. And now I’m black … Continue reading Black and Blue →

I had this dream once, shortly after you left. I dreamt we were lost in some alley somewhere, taking pills and counting lines to sleep. I lost you somewhere along the way- walked all over the place trying to reach you; and when I found you, lying there, curled up in the dark, I just … Continue reading Phage →

So that none of the things that have happened to me, happened to me. So he could never fuck me up. Or him. or him,

My mom is the only one who dislikes my haircut. My mom is the only one who thinks I look bad in what I wear. My mom thinks the gays are too easily aroused to fight for our country. My mom says I look like a dyke, I don’t even know what a dyke is … Continue reading My Mom →

The thing about suicide is the more you think about it the less daunting it seems. The more you finger the knife the more you find you like it’s caress When you touch your lips to the cool finish of the gun you feel safe Tying knots isn’t chore anymore; it’s art. And death is … Continue reading People of the Philippines, I am leaving →