“It’s Hard To Wait Around For Something You Know Might Never Happen; But Its Harder To Give Up When

Garden Snake

There is a snake that dwells in my backyard

who finds it deeply soothing to spread himself

across a flat rock in the afternoon sunshine

until I stomp along and disturb his slumber,

sending him slithering, S-like, forwards and

sideways at the same time in total silence

sending him into the deep green of the lilies,

into the shadows, slipping in close to the soil

where those things hide that wish not to be seen

and I sense the shame of having scared away

a denizen of the sun, of stone, and replaced it

with the shy emptiness of where he used to be.

-GeorgeFilip

crush by richard siken // richard diebenkorn // richard diebenkorn // if there’s a way out i’ll take it by lora mathis

“Be nice to yourself. It’s hard to be happy when someone is mean to you all the time.”

— Christine Arylo

Don't let Your Emotions Bully You

Aunt Natalie

Regrets, the day I was lured by your scent

Regrets, the day you took my heart

Nah

The day I let you take my heart

regrets

The sprint to my descent was quick

Regrets

Gave my most beautiful painting to a blind man

Regrets

Llife coloured in a portrait of black and brown

Regrets

I'd barter my soul just to get back my heart

Regrets

Regrets

Regrets

Hopefully

One day

Contentment

2018.04.21

Ah that motherfucker, there she is, what a bitch

without you

“I’m better off without you” were the last words you ever told me.

The last words from my favourite person.

The last words before my life went to the lowest point it’s ever been.

You were the one person i was sure i could trust, the one person i could always listen to and the one person i could always talk to.

You.

It was always you, everytime somone asked who i‘m texting, who i‘m thinking about, who i see as my best friend, i‘d say your name. But then on that day, the day exactly we met 5 years ago. You texted me „I‘m better off without you“ because someone you met less than a month ago told you lies about me, so obvious lies, things you should know I’d never do after knowing me for so long. After basically being my second half, and yet you still believed them.

It's silence I crave, it's why I swim

The weight of water

Over me

Around me-

The safe silence of submergence.

At the waters edge I may be ugly,

But underwater, we are made equal And

When I speak strokes

I Am Beautiful.

-Adaptation of my favourite book, the weight of water by Sarah Crossan

From Sage Enderton’s chapbook, WHERE DO DEAD GIRLS WANDER?, available at https://bottlecap.press/products/where-do-dead-girls-wander-by-sage-katherine-enderton