beauty

Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy, and all the tricks my body knows ― the opposable thumbs, the kneecaps, and the mind clicking and clicking — don’t seem enough to carry me through this world and I think:

how I would like to have wings — blue ones — ribbons of flame. How I would like to open them, and rise.

Bygones Burn

Grin and bear it, grin and bear it then into a mirror I stop and stare at it And wonder if the face I see bears my resemblance candidly I study long the one stood there eyes stinging red the more I stare But nothing ‘cept a guise to see Show me the truth, I beg, I plead Show me…

January 9, 2026

Her Candid Altar

POETRY & PROSE

beauty, god, insecurity, mental-health, mermaid, nautical, pain, perception, personal, poetry, power, prose, reflection, sailing, sea, ship, siren, spotlight, stage fright, truth, ugly, writing

Bygones Burn