POISON

you eat this life in chunks; torn apart, raw © PLUT0Z, 2020

long time, no see

If grief were a poem, my heart would be the lover.

the night the stars fell - poetry collection

PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD hallucinations depression anxiety self harm disordered eating in my experience feeling seen through works of writing has helped me, and i want to offer that path to others. but most i...

Collected Poetry (From the Unorganized Mind)

The desk of a writer, before being rid of all the tiny thoughts and unfinished chapters and half poems, that seem to leak from the pen without permission or purpose, is in itself, a piece of art.

365

Come journey with me. Poem a day. 365 days. Love, Roxy.