a girl's face with blurred blue over top and a background of blue waves

Imposter Syndrome

Away from home with imposter syndrome
Fading far from the plight of perfectionism
Taunted by the unexplored, not on any exec boards
Sometimes struggling to just get out of bed

My roommate wakes up and runs ten miles
While I have clothes heaped in piles
And a hundred unorganized files on my desktop
Too anxious to answer an email

In constant comparison and competition
I’m not motivated by grades or majors
Student governance or unpaid labor
But paranoid I need to fit in


Death may not oblige me.

We all know what happens to the body when it reaches the end of life.

streaks of pink

Love Yourself in Every Language

Start with a mantra. And a mirror. 

The same words, daily. 

burning fire with hearts

To My First Love:

The love I had for you 

I did not know where to let it rest

fairies and stardust

in the face of despair, don’t forget your fairy godmother is still there

when you look up at the night sky 

what do you see?

palm with lines tracing everywhere

displaced yearning

there is a longing within me

for something that is not there

cracked mirror

Versions of Myself at a Party

One of me sways to music, stays smiling

Reaches my arms up to fractured ceilings

green witch

becoming witch

there are witches among us

created — not born

A green and pink moth pinned to a wall, attempting to break free.

pinned moth/freed moth

put a luna moth in my breast 

Yellow hands, holding a blue phone and choosing to decline the call, with green text messages surrounding the phone,

Poem to a Blocked Contact

I wish you knew what I was up to.