these are my letters
to myself.

Message to Readers

words are too vague.


February 5, 2019



i open the refrigerator door,
and the hallway beside is painted

in blue; not the meticulous brush
of expression, but the brutal

postmodern punch. the light is
split, his lips contorted. he

takes the form of a mirror’s
broken bones: patches and

fractures, splashes of stark.
it warbles and wanes, like

a cat between my legs.
the figure stands close;

i can’t tell if that is a ghost,
or my shadow in the dark.


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  • symphonyrain0812

    You have a beautiful way with words and your poems are almost effortlessly stunning when read. I am captivated by your style :)

    over 1 year ago
  • a sprig of pink

    oh my. how beautifully written this is. the simplicity of the subject is..mesmerizing.

    over 1 year ago
  • paperbird

    i’ve read this like three times and it’s really a beautiful poem. it’s hard to tell what it’d about at first but the idea is really simple. but somehow you made a universe around it and all of the lines are beautiful and rhythmic and they fit in perfectly. i gotta go now cause i’m typing on my ipod and the keyboards too small but seriously no words can describe how much i love this poem. youre truly an artist and never stop writing poetry.

    almost 2 years ago
  • Johanna

    You made this short and normal moment so mysterious and interesting

    almost 2 years ago
  • ghostlyglory

    oh this is wonderful. like a breath of fresh air or a "cat between my legs". "he /takes the form of a mirror’s / broken bones" made me gasp out loud. so melancholy and close yet distant at the same time. i am sad and in awe. thank you for these wonderful words

    almost 2 years ago
  • xXlunagirlXx

    Powerful, yet short, nice :)

    almost 2 years ago
  • RNE

    'i can’t tell if that is a ghost,
    or my shadow in the dark. '
    i love this:)

    almost 2 years ago