• Hannah Flowers

there was a time when i wanted to show you every rhythm and rhyme my heart created from the joy of just knowing who built a doorway between my walls and you saw what you had created and you started to fall but as my capillary veins started closing off you failed to see the harm in what you had done and slowly my heart stopped humming but it wasn’t in your view so you didn’t see that the doorway you made was pushing and the walls began to crush me now i’m afraid to show you what i write because i have this fear deep down inside of letting you look into the depths of my soul and you coming up with no emotion to show i didn’t want you to wilt like i have so i watered you down but i’m afraid that once you realize what i’ve done you will soon begin to drown

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you were a house.

can you feel me looking at you? can you hear me whisper to the moon? in the same way i felt you refrain heard the breaking of these chains as i tried to hold onto your frame after i had been an earthq

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you asked me to meet you in a dream yes, i will, i replied swiftly for a moment’s pleasure seems far more important than honesty. have you ever watched a mushroom grow? some have spores which, at nigh