Poems from shirahaus
An old Jewish folktale says that words are feathers set loose in the wind; once free, you can never take them back. I had forgotten that...
I open myself to pain, I invite
suffering to rest within my bones
heartache to fortify my chest
misery to pool in the hollows beneath my...
i guess i’ll back away from you, untangling the knots i’ve made around the concept of us. why does love always leave me with scabbed knees...