there was a wolf in our house as long as i could remember donning makeshift wool suits when you were around but then he got bored made… Read more “On Predators”
you are blue flame turning me to liquid sugar sweet and warm sticky and wet
sometimes i feel like a little thing with a heart too big to fit
no one knows anyone not really not fully there are ways, of course like remembering a look recalling a scent the way a kiss lingers maybe even… Read more “On Knowledge”
i could never relate to bodies of water. vast and violent, or still and calm they are contained and I cannot be.
you always think i’m most beautiful when i have been crying. what does that say about you? what does that say about me?
this sock has a hole and right now in this moment i feel as though i’m leaking out.
oh, to be your poppy your susurrant lullaby your twilight abstraction to inspire the dreams morning cruelly obfuscates the veiled fantasies you strain to recall when the… Read more “On Stimulation”
heart bound by peach-fuzzed flesh coated, near fully in symboled soliloquies images seen but rarely understood a tome laid bare yet uninterpreted
she emerged from dead stars that bitch contained magic not the pretty kind the gritty kind all fire, blood, & dirt