Taylor Powers

✮⋆ Lost & Found #3 edward in my delirium a candelabrum, ripening upon the bed. a burning pleasure that admitted none–

✮⋆ A winter haiku for Grace's advent calendar. 🎄✨🌬️ in the absence of leaves tungsten glow-globes like sparkling nests;

✮⋆ (Pssst...it's delusion.) the trick to manifesting anything is to download / an astrologist straight to your phone / only

✮⋆ The watchlist only ever grows. And just like that... another Halloween enters the archive. As per usual, certain themes tend

✮⋆ A Halloween noncette. TW: imagery of self-harm. the neon demon tonight I emerge as She. tonight I slit my

✮⋆ I won a contest (by default but who cares!) and embraced a new form of poetry along the way. Behold,

✮⋆ From my brain to yours. hands slow to undress a navel / orange robes in a heap ✮ sun-dappled chaise laid

✮⋆ A favorite from last summer that deserves to see the (blue) light. THE HOT B!+CH PARTY aka the peak

✮⋆ Little me thinks I’m cool and that’s all that matters. Buongiorno! I’m on vacation and don’t

✮⋆ Lost & Found #2 haunted day and night a pale blue cold, and so– very gradually –oh, so gently! my