my bones are not built for anger
and they snap
every time
written by L.W., brittle
Don’t think I do not feel rage
because I release it in softer
ways. there are forces to be reckoned with inside me
that I’ll never let out.
A longing that could make this country drown,
A love that could set this house on fire.
I have inflicted too much
destruction on my own body
to ever want to see it
on something else.
written by L.W.

I can hear the drum
beat. count the
seconds pass.
My heart
aches.

I run. The tempo quickens
and I sway
to it. People dance against me
and I let them. I need
this. I pull them closer
and listen
to the music.

every word
turns to
‘come back’


written by L.W., Come Back
The world is made of dust
where you came from.
I was only returning
you home.
written by L.W.

I am dead. You look at me
without seeing, I scream
and you keep laughing. Don’t stop laughing,
baby, it kinda sounds
like a heartbeat. ba-bum ba-bum
ba-bums. you sound so alive
I don’t understand how people like you die.
how people like me die,
how anyone dies
without being noticed. The distance between your laughter and this
is endless. I don’t understand how people
like you die.

but who
is like anyone? no one. maybe this is how
we go. lose a box of things and you’ll
find it but a single sock, single pen,
single ring, and nobody blinks.
We are all our own person
not tied down to anything.
When the wind catches,
there’s nothing to snag on.

I thought I was tied to you,
baby, but some knots fray
or slip. Some ropes are so long and you think
that means your love is endless
but really you’re long gone
before it even goes taut.
This is how we die.
This is how
we leave.


written by l.w., A Eulogy
At my worst, I swallowed molten glass and it hardened
before I could bring it backup.
When I say your name it echoes in my stomach and yes,
I love it. I do not know hardship,
only your lips
and what it’s like now they’re gone.
written by Echo, L.W.
I am swallowing knives
just so I can spit them back out
and call it cleansing.
I am a constant source of shame.
if you have never felt sick to your stomach for healing,
don’t look at me.
written by I am here, L.W.

I can’t stop waiting for my blood to stop
flowing both ways at once.
It rushes through my heart and everything
contradicts.
I’m doing better and
there’s no oxygen in this part of me.
I’m reaching out to the world and
shrinking.
I love you so much and
I don’t love anyone anymore.

My body is built to take this pressure
and it’s not doing its job.


written by Pressure, L.W.
I’ve gotten so used
to drowning. My body doesn’t bother floundering
anymore. This is how it goes:
the pressure builds so slowly
and the oxygen mask doesn’t drop.
when you fall headfirst it feels like flying
until your bones break.
You wake up
and you can’t get out of bed.
written by Headfirst, L.W.
do not wait for spring.
you are dying
and reforming every day.
rebirth is just as beautiful in the winter.
written by fresh start - L.W.