Category Poetry


Blue is the color of my bloodbefore the knife enters my back. Backstabbers. Blue is the color of my veins before I slit them whole. Scarred. Blue is the color of the sky that I used to stare up at before it turned gray. Polluted.  Blue is the…


hands covering eyes

I hear that soft underbelly of a voice and I’m staring at you. I hear it in my asl teacher, my therapist, my sister. That biting of the tongue-that swallowing of teeth- that choking of spit that is not really…