When words tripped off the side of your grin, I felt the statement slip toward my ear like the slide of a skateboard on griptape – how it led me to hate a sport I’ve never even tried.
HANNAH PEARLWhen words tripped off the side of your grin, I felt the statement slip toward my ear like the slide of a skateboard on griptape – how it led me to hate a sport I’ve never even tried.
HANNAH PEARLSurely I could never be certain of how many stars I’ve counted in the sky or of how such tiny particles can be build into wild-eyed stories like Aquarius and Cassiopeia. I could read you as I would the constellations and never tire.
HANNAH PEARLThe autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.
HANNAH PEARLCaution! This vehicle stops quite frequently when overwhelmed.
HANNAH PEARLYour promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
HANNAH PEARLYour words once a melody, now read like an obituary.
HANNAH PEARLI wish I could bottle up this scent for winter days when it feels like this town will never see sun again.
HANNAH PEARLMy god is a moment, a whimsical idea, a whisper. A hope bending itself into a prayer.
HANNAH PEARLYou ever stare at something so long the colors blend together? Even the most neutral tones take on a life of their own, fold themselves into shapes that morph into creatures – wolves and goblin.
HANNAH PEARLYou have always been enough. Allow yourself to finally feel it.
HANNAH PEARLYou are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
HANNAH PEARLI’m used to falling, calling out timber right before the impact.
HANNAH PEARLIndigo child, you hid secret under graves, picked at the lamb stuck between teeth, felt around for monsters we once reaped. But the monster turned out to be free.
HANNAH PEARLI am hurting. I am angry. I am one hundred and thirty-two synonyms of regret, but atleast its proof that I was here.
HANNAH PEARLWrite me as if I were already a poem. Pen the stanzas as if storms and ships could birth something sacred. Color it a religious experience.
HANNAH PEARLDon’t bother finding a soulmate. Your aunt tells you, your fluffy scrambled eggs are the best she’s had and dammit, you can enjoy those all by yourself. No need to share the wealth.
HANNAH PEARL