Your smile seems so real. How have we turned out? Do you still love her? Is she still your everything? Is mom still alive or are we talking to her ghost? I bet you’ve done something amazing with your life. Been better than I could ever imagine. Do your eyes still light up when thunder strikes? Or do you fear the way it booms like she did? Do you…read more

My mourning is not breaking apart on the bathroom floor at 3 in the morning. It is not the inconsolable heaviness in my body that refuses to get up, even though the world is still moving on with them. My mourning will never be the same as yours and yet, mine is deemed wrong. You say I’m cold and that something has to be wrong with me because p…read more

PHOBOS

Dear Phobos,

I felt you trickle down my spine like the first heat wave of the summer sun’s rays.

The same warmth that kissed my pale flesh in the morning glow in every year since my birth.

I sensed your lingering touch like that of my mother’s lips against my brow, as she checks to see the rhythm of my chest.

I taste your sweet…read more