Every lover has a different hue, Various shades splattered against skin. I could not take the blue of you, The navy ink spilled from within. My body remains forever stained With the hate you selfishly spewed. When you left, I was so pained, Constantly reminded of how you were so crude. Now my skin is… Read more

Off-white, creamy hydrangeas the color I want my wedding dress to be. In full bloom, fluffy like clouds and cold foam and cotton balls. Like the Siamese wandering around in the grass with the reading girl. Cicadas buzzing. Fall taunting sweet July, a couple crisp leaves rolling around on the pavement. The rest of the… Read more

I remember August afternoons under Grandma’s cherry tree, our little fingers plucking stems off brittle branches and placing red flesh between our lips, spitting out pits accompanied by scarlet saliva into fresh cut grass. The sun beat down on our strawberry-shaded shoulders, rubber flip-flips squishing rotten fruit, now imprinted with the soles of our sweet,… Read more

My ribcage protrudes out from under pale skin Decorated with dozens of dark moles. My ex used to call me a Spinosaurus Because each individual vertebra is So prominent under my thin skin as I bend over I look like that one dinosaur. My papery skin is too delicate to protect myself from remarks like… Read more

She sat on the linen sheets of my bed, The lace of her olive-green bra hugging her perfectly. I traced my fingers over her protruding ribs, Each one covered by pale, creamy skin Sprinkled with freckles the same Color as my morning lattes. It felt like silk under my rough fingertips. Clusters of these freckles… Read more