POETRY

She cries in my arms with no words to describe her feelings. No words I could possibly understand, I mean; language flows from her but none is understood. We have a barrier so we try to climb it with looks, soft touches, and smiles. When people ask

Freedom: Now Streaming. Written By: ReBecca DeFazio | More Than a Flower     Alone on streets unfamiliar; freedom tastes a little like fear plus your first cup of espresso with a hint of autumn breeze and sunshine shoulders. Independent bookstore faces always seem

I breathe in & find my heart beating too fast; I am a car racing down the highway with no GPS. Reaching for something in the distance that takes no shape yet; I can almost taste it. Moving makes me dizzy; it’s almost like

I catch rays of sunshine while I’m laying against warm pavement; the way the light moves through my hands makes me feel less invisible and more fluid. I wish I could figure out [indefinitely] how to move through this world

I am an October girl; getting lost in the leaves…always wandering. There is something that is beautiful about the way the leaves fall, the way they lie, the way they collect my tears as my heart overflows. In the way

  Sometimes my trauma comes up into my throat like projectile vomit; violent. I can’t keep it down so, I open my mouth wide; silently I spill and then

  You lie in my arms like a comforter, your heart rests in my hands like a hot cup of coffee, your breath lingers on my skin like a cool autumn breeze. I sigh into the safety that I have found

When I was a kid and I told people that my dad was a monster, they often laughed. He wore masks on halloween and snuck behind neighborhood houses to scare my friends; leaving me for last, always. There was something

I was searching for you in wishing wells, in layovers at airports unfamiliar, I was searching for you in him; in the palms of his hands, in the taste of his mouth