I have selfish bruises on my white index finger, Quisling pack of cigarettes yet my favourite lover, I have pain carved around my parched mouth, Thorns and roses bloom in my inner thigh I have seen death with open eye An extension of chewed electrons of despair assiduous diamond of shaved flower, This moment is… Continue reading Catharsis

The Endgame

    I am shaking in the still water among the perfect aroma of lemon, I smell decay of woods like the tall statues, my veins perspire I sink, I sink. With scissors of betrayal the humming of howls loss of births I am lost, I am lost Teeths crackle, with each twist in my… Continue reading The Endgame