choices…

i hope you know you matter now chosen by no one belonging to yourself

i hope you know
you matter now
chosen by no one
belonging to yourself

i hope you go on
living in skin untouched by anything that your
sovereignty did not bless into your existence
and breathing air that holds no can’ts
and carries no words
of how a woman
should or should not be

– choices

– butterflies rising

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why would i move…

to be living, breathing thunderstorms in each other's arms

why would
we ever ask each other
to come out from our corners
of self-safety
and crumble down our walls
for anything that wouldn’t
be as true and deep
and beautifully wild
and as gutted open and as
raging as to be living, breathing
thunderstorms
in each other’s arms, tracing our
fingers through starlight…
why would i move
when i’m this. terrified. to move.
so if you’re going to ask me
to shed away my safety
…let it be for everything beautiful
imaginable under god.

– butterflies rising

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the wild wreckage…

i take it all in
so deeply.
and maybe i feel it
a little too raw. and a little too tender.
and when i need to let it go,
maybe my heart strangleholds it
a little too tight. and for a little too long.
but the way i feel it when i feel it…
i touch. and i taste.
and i feel. fire.
and i shift in my existence and the
stardust burns into my skin.
so i try to be gentle with it…
with all that wild wreckage that
i barely recover from.
because there’s magic in it.
and evolution in me from it.
and because i love like an awakening
and i know what it’s like to trace
a soul in my fingertips.

– butterflies rising

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