back seat blues by Beth Phillips
the pavement is decorated in past lovers, girls like me with black-hole hand-me-downs, with a plan far too fragile toContinue Reading
the pavement is decorated in past lovers, girls like me with black-hole hand-me-downs, with a plan far too fragile toContinue Reading
‘Forget’ [Definition: fail to remember; inadvertently neglect to do, bring, or mention something; deliberately cease to think of.] EveryContinue Reading
He is drowning in a sea of words. A language that will never belong to him: hypothesis, photosynthesis, thesis –Continue Reading
Sometimes my face reeks of the disappointments As if someone will look at me And tell in an instant thatContinue Reading
I meet people every day who tell me they can’t write a story. The truth, however, is that we’ve grownContinue Reading
I want to be seen I want to be heard My voice is just too mute for words SurroundedContinue Reading
I’m sad for what we could’ve been, I’m sad for what we could’ve had, I’m sad for the world weContinue Reading
The bed is filled with wax and your arms are wax stuck around my wax back I think about cuttingContinue Reading








