Holy

Scrub, wash, and cleanse of all impurities

Processing

Sunday

Rejection

She waited, years on years,

Polka Dots

I loved polka dots, until one day they became Synonymous with blood.

Overturn

I found an old polaroid

Torn

We’re all in the hospital, torn

Our Hair

“Hair isn’t everything” my mom told me once.

My Monster

From abundance to watching the hand tick

Blue Penguins*

Excitation, anticipation, what we’ve been waiting for

Blue Skies

Plans, dreams and promises made, but time too quickly taken away.

Speculum

On the train, a stranger touches my thigh—low

Evaluations

i spend a lot of time hating myself

Ascent

How quickly we get bored of flying.

Body Donor

I know what you’re thinking, but not that one