#vbarchives

[parlourdevalencia]

i drove to the desert,

80 mph to find inspiration.

i parked the tundra in desperation

and walked toward the bench

where solitude sat and waited.

i thought—

i've always been a desert.

[parlourdevalencia]

I keep going back—

searching for the girl

who died at eighteen.

I try to rewire the brain,

disentomb her.

Dig deeper.

I keep coming back

to the same yard,

the same tomb,

the same chained casket.