the walls are faded with dreams she could never quite let go her bed sprawled with pale limbs and whispers in the dark sodium stains on her pillow-she flips it over, a blank slate echoes rattle in the cavernous space between costal grooves she ignores it in favor of the quadratic curve of her stomachContinueContinue reading “The Harris-Benedict Principle”
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To Those Who Hate My Mother For Her Choice
I am the child that was never borna fledgling bird nestled in the egg of my mother’s wombwhose flight feathers hadn’t even grown in before I was returned to the earthmy mother’s choice had me fading back into the skythe carbon of my cells once more turned into starsbones exhaled into the wind that driedContinueContinue reading “To Those Who Hate My Mother For Her Choice”
Ren Martinez 