Poetry

(“I am bad,” “No one can be trusted,” ‘The world is completely dangerous,” “My whole nervous system is permanently ruined”).

i cannot make my mother love me. this is a heavy thing to carry.

How do I describe how I feel to you when I don’t have any words left

Last pump of the heart to leave: is that what they call a blessing?

i used to pray before i ate but i don’t anymore.

My brain hums with static.

Pain is my closest family