Experiences fortified by your hand in mineThe world’s only terrors come from distanceI run from isolation but you are my solitudeWe begin to walk through love oblivious to lifeHow can I exist on a timeline with hate if you’re right hereA dimension where our hearts free themselves from past livesThawing in the deepest cracks, no…

Tears steam on your cheeksTaunted feelings pent up behind your eyes Your head is hot young manShare your sorrowsYour shoulders ride low on a spine set with guiltYou are only human and your nature is not built on sin aloneThere is room for reformationYour head may pound with the thought of reliefHow to free yourself…

This winter was rather dry. The city sparsely sprinkled with snowfall, showing record low affiliations with the season. The bite to the wind, though, was something viscous. In and off the city streets we all went. On and into cyberspace we all went. I watched war unfold in my palm and learned TikTok may be…

My skin is forever forgetfulAnd while its a virtuous cycle, The scrubbing and choking on Soot and SinewMy tender epidermis rapidly decaying to regenerateFor the cells to then wither once more. I drag my nails along the residueThe experience flaking away en masseAll evidence fades as I shed and shed again.

On a bare pathwayThe sun is dipping and energy is dissipatingNearly ceasing to exist.Innocence remains in play, the silence holding it sacred. Kinetics and potentialitycreates//enablesfalse actions and indifference.Soon we wereBlanketed beneath the lustrous nightpins passing by our unprotected cheeks.Then came this cretinous ambitionTo undo all of it,To make things as if they never happened in…

Weighty stones set on sore hipsCompaction — InevitabilitySat directly on the corePushing spirits from hollow mouths.The gaping ‘O’ flatlines whileFist over teeth attempt to pulverize The unforeseen phantom atop her.Gaunt limbs attached to flat feetSink into decimated leaves andBeneath the soles give way to passive waters. The current crawlsKissing well admired dirty toesBegging for an…

i’ve been feeding swine and swans spoils from my flesh alikethis body akin to fermented doughfolded in on itself over an alterif not me, then Jesus Christ or Sylvia Plathsquatting on a slab of stone in a city centeras the chorus pleads “please pray” before swiftly announcing “this soul is not for sale” messiah or…

My severed head, Processing all that is a delicate touch from changing, Strung out lightning bugs pinging on the bleached walls of my bare skull. slick droplets slather my skinViolent in their reproach but still, my body dances.Betrothed to me by me,A lover once belted a lowly tune Carrying notes of uncertainty.Bloated and bathing in…