Poetry

I was searching for you in wishing wells, in layovers at airports unfamiliar, I was searching

When I was a kid and I told people that my dad was a monster, they

  You lie in my arms like a comforter, your heart rests in my hands like a

  Sometimes my trauma comes up into my throat like projectile vomit; violent. I can’t keep it down so,

I am an October girl; getting lost in the leaves…always wandering. There is something that is

I catch rays of sunshine while I’m laying against warm pavement; the way the light moves

She cries in my arms with no words to describe her feelings. No words I could possibly understand, I