THE EDEN PROJECT - AUDIO FILES

if this reaches you, subscribe for more at edenexempt.substack.com - it’s free My fingertips breach the sandCastles built on this beach dissolvedin the absence of you I reshape the soil until it resembles the artand bury my face in its mimicryi breathe it in to be with you fingers running through sandearth escaping between the spaceswhere i brushed your hair the sand sticks to my skinas if even th...

I have always treated sleep like surrender. This poem came from the point where exhaustion becomes ideology. Sleep will loom like a shadow Screaming about my abandonment Sleep will lurk and cast dreams over my daylight It will take what it cannot get back I will always refuse My body crumbles It’ll lower the light Without asking its master I’ll give sloth a solution Replace it with precision Insta...

We ripped the cake apart with our bare hands. The clock struck a soft 7pm on Sunday and there were dozens of us hunched over a cafeteria table. Grit clinging to the edges of the metal folds of the folding chairs we used to sit on during therapy. I was the youngest there. 17 in a place made for people in their 30s. And now it was my birthday. I was becoming an adult. The gravity of it would hit me...

Never Forget Who You Are the boy with a knife clutched in his handscursing happiness through the doorway Never Forget Who You Were at 17 the boy who crushed pills - a sharp inhale - amphetamines brokewhen the sleep medicines could not sleep has teeth Never Forget Who You Are, Icarus a man with too much ashand no roads left to scatter themand your neck bentin silent worship of the sun Never Forget...

I BREATHE LIES AND DECEIT LIKE THEY’RE WOVEN INTO MY LUNGS Ⅰ. I BREATHE LIES AND DECEIT LIKE THEY’RE WOVEN INTO MY LUNGSI SHIFT THROUGH STREETS LIKE THERE’S POISON ON MY TONGUEEVERY TRUCE I’VE MADE BECAME A TRUCE UNSTRUNGI’LL POLLUTE THE WORLD UNTIL I CALL MY BODY TO ROPE Ⅱ.MY FINGERS BLOOM BRUISES INTO ANYTHING THEY TOUCH - YOUR SKINI CARRY A DIVINE VERDICT DEEP WITHINIF I DARE SPEAK, IT CORRODES...

if this reaches you — subscribe for more. it’s free. my fingers grasp a picture in my galleryit belongs to my futureher face is blurryskin translucenta touch unknownbones that dont fit her face A family of apparitionsthey’re all i’d havei imagine her presencein every place i haven’t visitedin the words, i dont remembera language of ghosts with no grammarsomewhere in that placewith ghosts i have ye...

SLAM POETRY AUTOBIOGRAPHY Head to the ground, heard god through the drywallash in my tray, blade steady at my pulse nowKid with a lighter, hid from the man of the houseprayed to a father but that word already yours now cigarette husks in my lungs when I breatheinnocence died in the cracks of my teethI didn’t know truth, I just learned how to break and kneellearned how to bleed without asking if wh...

This poem is for my mother. And for yours. And for every woman who has ever been called only in relation to someone else. Women She holds her photographsthe way water slips through fingertipsknowing it’ll leaveher embraceonce again in it, she wore red, sometimes a soft bluecolors that never seemed to fit her skin againher sister laughs, beside the whole familythe way families dobefore life began d...