echo chamber

sylvia plath called herself a ‘fragmentary girl,’

and i find the worst parts of me agreeing. 

why is it that somehow i find anguish to be freeing?

why am i writing this?

to put myself on display,

or to be praised

that’s my name, isn’t it?

i must be pretty and palatable and enough for you

i find this nuisance stuck to me like gum,

carelessly thrown by a child and tacked to the rubber sole

of my patent-leather shoe

that was supposed to look nice, but is now

ruined, thanks to you. 

i chew on my words slowly, not wanting

to ever digest them

because when i eat i look ugly

Grace Cross (They/She)

hi, i’m grace! i am an actor and a writer. a lot of my poetry seems to be inspired by the works of phoebe bridgers, julien baker, and sylvia plath — mostly meaning that a lot of it is obliteratingly sad. i hope that it can provide you with a sense of familiarity or comfort.