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


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