Weaver of words into poetry and short fiction. Fan of the Oxford comma.
don't let go, we're almost to the top. i promise that you can see all the stars from where we're going. i know you never learned
By Mae Flowers12 months ago in Poets
embrace the mistakes. learn from the failures and rise above the ashes.
By Mae Flowersabout a year ago in Poets
butterflies. your thumb graces the back of my hand. skin to skin; intimate, innocent. inoculated by your cells for at least the next seven years.
i set my house on fire on purpose. finally, coming to realize none of this stuff is worth it. the heat burns but
gooey melodies playing on repeat under the stars beneath a canopy of afterthoughts. lay with me, just for a little while.
As I stare over the cliffs into the water below, I ponder every moment I've ever lived. I wonder what it would feel like for my body to hit the water,