SEDIMENT My heart is not a heart. It is     a quarry. A fist-sized continent torn loose and lowered         into the chest-cave without per...

 I reached into the dark —   not to conquer it,   but to listen.   The silence had weight,   a breath that trembled   like the pause before ...

  Nothing sits quietly in the corner, wearing a crown of invisible velvet, its pockets stuffed with air, its shoes untied, yet it trips ...

Each dawn arrives, but I do not rise— a stone sits heavy on my chest, pressing the air from my lungs, leaving me hollow, leaving me gasp...

Once, I was bound to earth, a prisoner wrapped in silence, my body a coffin of stillness, my breath trembling against the walls of chang...

The mud pulls me under, thick silence clinging to my skin, a weight of sorrow pressing down, whispers of doubt curling around my lungs. ...