• Hannah Flowers

i sit in the entryway from the back hall into the bathroom and chip away at the old paint from the door frame mindlessly similar to the way i imagine you chipped the soul from my body inch by inch, lovelessly i try to make sense of things as i lie on the ceiling but the world won’t stop spinning long enough for me to think and i don’t want to sleep because when i do i dream of you your skin, soft and warm hue of ivory with a peachy tint your eyes, deep and dark like the autumnal evening sky time runs backwards and still, i race against it even in the company of friendly faces i nurse my drink and fade out of view when i say that i want to go home what i mean is, i want to go to you

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when you're ugly too

you have a monopoly on beauty but i love you when you're ugly too you had a bad day and you relapsed and now you're crying in my room you keep telling me you're sorry don't know why you act the way yo

severed.

ignoring all of my friends such an easy hole to fall in my giving nature is treasure to such a humble beggar when i keep some of myself to myself, i get greedy forget my table manners do not cherish,

i wish you were a ghost

sometimes i wish you were a ghost so this haunted feeling made any sense in the words that drip from the pen i find your silhouette staring back yet you walk among the living still sow your seeds and