Illusion

In the hush moments of orange silence A war between scissors and wet lips occur where this smoke burns my tongue and vapours of half abstraction arise A deluge of storms and black skins float, black is favourite. Between lights and array of point blank, something goes missing Between my white thigh and quarantine of… Continue reading Illusion

Catharsis

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