by Tianna G. Hansen your ribs are bare on your chest cavitywhere I imagine your heart was homed is that what the vultures consumed first?the vital organ that once pumped blood through your leaping body, long legs kickup in joy, in life. you must not have seen that death machine hurtling toward youbefore it was too late, and you became Read More
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candy floss
by Tianna G. Hansen hip bones become butter beneath your tongue // melted, salty veins are rope lassoed to the rhythm of my // heartbeat //i mold to the contour of your hands // whipped sugar & creamcandy floss between your teeth // inhaled, sweet what will remain once you’ve had your fill — a hungering, vacant hole where you used to // Read More
My Rebel Heart
by Tianna G. Hansen I was always told to not go ‘cold turkey’ by each psychiatrist, each therapist. By my sister, studying to be a nurse. My mother, vigilant and worried as ever. My husband, cautioning me to do it right. Before I get too far, let me make one thing clear: I do not recommend anyone go cold turkey Read More