Mind is numb, it's hard to focus. Attention to task can't be kept. Chest is heavy, massive weight has been placed. With every breath a strain to inhale. Body is exhausted, sleep is a companion: Its friendship allows for an escape.
i’ll stroke your hair when i start the storm. i’ll hold your hand when i change the tides. i’ll kiss you soft–the way you like– when we light roman candles with the flames of our past.
I refuse to obey the haunting words sinking into my skin I love the way my thighs rub together while I walk the streets of Brooklyn The way the love shows on these lumps Shoulders strong enough to carry dreams
Darling Ryan is a storyteller fluent in poetry, prose, and playwriting. She is inspired by the nature of humans and their capacity to heal. Photography by LaCher Thompson.
i eat ice cream from the carton wiping drips with a dirty hand smearing the stickiness onto the jeans i've worn for a week proof that something happened
