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Dirty Water
Posted on April 3, 2017
I want to bathe in your soul, wash myself in your warm goodness and feel your soap sud sins slip down my skin. I sink my head, take a sip, hold my breath, and submerge.
The Animal Kingdom
Posted on March 25, 2017
My thoughts, wild creatures, leave their footprints on my brain. The clever ones try to cover up their tracks. My thoughts, wild creatures, leave bite marks on my soul. My thoughts, wild creatures, leave claw marks on my heart. A zoo, a real fucking zoo, please don’t feed the animals.
Silent Salute
Posted on March 20, 2017
In the black womb of the night. I stepped into itm and see the infant stars around me, looking at them, umbilical cords of darkness tie us into place. I become nourished by the sky’s cold breath, it flows through those black cords like nutritious blood, until coldness and darkness cannot be separated, in me […]
Petal-Stabbed Moon
Posted on March 16, 2017
The pain you make me feel is like a flowery moon with poison nectar pouring from the craters of its rocky petals. The sticky nectar lands on me, gluing my eyes shut, trickling around my neck and forming a syrupy noose. which chokes me. The poison nectar pours around me, forming a golden casket, entombing […]
Hollow Bell
Posted on March 10, 2017
Without you I am a hollow bell. I may move and seem alive, but my motions are nothing but silence. Without you I am a hollow bell.
nightfall
Posted on February 28, 2017
black night guillotine slaughters the day with one strike blood stars splattering
Key Verse
Posted on February 24, 2017
Art, a song bird, with pain and ink stained feathers, that each tells a story. A caged bird set free by the audience’s interpretation key. A piece does not end when someone puts down the brush, mic, or pen, instead it takes flight in the skies of the observer’s mind to places the artist did […]
Shattered Union
Posted on February 18, 2017
I was broken, you were broken, fragments, broken hearts, broken souls, broken lives, broken people. We made a kaleidoscope together, mixing all of our broken parts. Something beautiful and magical from our shattered pieces. We didn’t make each other complete. Our beauty was in our brokenness.
Howl
Posted on February 12, 2017
Owls flying in the white night skies of my bones. Wolves rampaging in the red forest of my blood. Rising tides of desire washing over my rocky soul and leaving their salt on my lips. Night time. Black curtains. Dark room. Alone with you. How pleasant it is when you are are my full moon.
The Creatives
Posted on February 9, 2017
We are bonded by our creative spirits. Blood is thicker than water, and spirit is thicker than blood. Our souls convene in the hallways of our pages, the writing is on the walls they say. We get drunk in the colorful burlesque clubs of our canvases. We entertain each other in the homes built within […]