you can find tons of my poems on my Instagram (check out the poetry highlight!), but here's a sample so you can get a feel for my writing without having to go anywhere.
what stale grief is this
I thought I was free until
I felt my grandmother's skeleton
poking at my insides.
I reach down my throat,
screaming as I pull it out.
my wails sound like hers--
or how I imagine they would
if she ever dared to open
her mouth that wide.
maybe if you played them backwards
you'd hear a secret message--
a lifetime of unspoken desires
eating away at stomach lining.
her bones turn to dust.
instinctively I cover my mouth and nose
with dusty hands desperate
not to inhale the particles,
immediately realizing
my grave error.
~fara tucker