Poems

The Conversation That Fixed ItselfWe were heading into something that I could feel would not be great, The conversation that fixed itself is my favorite kind of found.

SuspendedI’ve been living in the space between the almostThe not-yet and the wanting and the ghostOf everything I haven’t done but intend to doThe whole world is suspended here with you Not a bad place, not a cold or empty zoneIt’s charged with everything that’s still unknown Suspended in the wanting, hanging in the airBetween

SubcutaneousUnder the skin. hard and fast.

Starting Over Beside YouThe year I lost my job — not fired, restructured, is one of the fastest ways to get to the other side.

Stained StreetsThese streets are stained with broken dreamsNothing here is what it seemsWe thought we’d rise, we thought we’d flyBut now we’re left wondering why The city’s taken all we hadLeft us broken, bruised, and sadOur love’s been torn apart by the fightNow all we do is fade into night Stained streets, where love turns

Slow PoisonShe moves through a room like smoke nobody lit,a fog that rolls in low and settles where I sit,in my stomach and my chest and somewhere deeper still,and every eye follows but she’s hunting for the kill Her smile’s not a smile, it’s an open door,a crack that lets something through with teeth and

Rusted Love In the twilight of a city drowning in its own neglect, I, Clara Matthews, found myself back in New Haven, a place once alive but now a shadow of its former self. The city was collapsing, its steel and glass skeletons groaning under the weight of years of decay. Once, this place had

Silent WoundsI hide in the shadows of my broken mindA world so cold, the pain undefinedMy heart is shattered, my soul’s a lieSilent wounds, I can’t deny Silent wounds, they never healA love so deep, it’s all too realBeneath the scars, I lose my waySilent wounds, I’ll never break I carry the weight of a

Rusted CityThis city’s built on broken dreamsOn rusted metal, on cracked-up schemesWe thought that love could find its placeBut now we’re lost in empty space The streets are paved with lies we toldThe nights grow darker, the world too coldWe hold our hearts like they’re made of stoneBut rusted love can’t stand alone In the

Rust on My SkinThe rust has settled on my skinA lifetime’s worth of love and painThe years have turned, and I beginTo wonder what we tried to gain A lifetime’s worth of love and painIs carved into the lines I wearI wonder what we tried to gainWhen all we have is fading air Rust on