Bits & Bones is a collection of self reflection and expression. A mix of personal experiences, creative nonfiction and prose to move, break, and expose a soul.
I hated that even after he was gone he defined some things:
How a hand feels intertwined, A lip sucking, A bulge growing.
Telling myself the new things I was experiencing were better — incomparable to what we’d had — didn’t make the process of rewriting those definitions any quicker.
My muscle memory in alliance with my trauma, made it a long arduous process to evict his essence so it could no longer taint the affections of my new love.
Letting him go, even after he was gone, was not a matter of conscious choice. In the sleepy fuzz of night I’d mistake that it was his hand curling around my jaw, pulling my face in for a kiss, and I’d snap away from it, only to blink and realize I wasn’t back there and I wasn’t with him.
Bits & Bones is a collection of self reflection and expression. A mix of personal experiences, creative nonfiction and prose to move, break, and expose a soul.
