𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐵𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐾𝑎𝑦𝑠

My body is an ocean
where secrets rot on the seabed.

Every confession corrodes
the ribs that hold me,
like salt on metal,
like grief on bone.

And still,
I open my mouth—
a tide rushing out,
daring someone
to drown with me.

Poem called Broken Lanterns by Heather Kays

A female knight lays partially submerged on dark water, surrounded by water lilies and ghostly hands

At rest 🗡

#collage #digitalcollage

Fall hard? Get up harder.

I am back! It has been tough week. Send me pretty poetry, please. 💖

Digital manipulation of a plumbing diagram that reframes the parts of a toilet as elements in fiction writing. 650 pixels x 780 pixels.

I'm still proud of this piece, "[the narrative toilet]," which I made for a collaborative poetry collection written with Nathan Moore. McSweeney's even featured it on their site.