may my last words be half-slurred and cathartic so & so's favorite blue jeans stained with tear drops & saliva head cradled in their lap, eyes barely widened my interventions' HQ will be besmirched within silence my shoulder blades girth played role of a harbinger the bonier they got; the more i wished i was [...]
he's unsorted. unabashed. formal with his emotions. unashamed. vulnerable worn as a sash on thunderous days. sport a badge of honor stained with the blood of cain. what's her name? love lost. lust loves to come in gangs. my father never asked if i'm ok. he told me he forgave me for what we brang. [...]
he's sitting in his shadow match lit. iron sight shifting with his arrow da vinci with a trebuchet. resentment at a younger age don't think i've ever fucking been the same stay still please, so i don't have to ever aim. heartbeat on my cabernet, gospel on the interlude never into hurting you; but that's [...]
I’m over evolving. dopamine soberly blossoms noted and jotted in, like an old scripture bludgeoning forecast, people make what they want of him hold whispers. cold shivers. so obviously rigged language is bothering. thunderstorm on the brink on the cusp of oblivion, and never stopping to think or wonder, what wanderlust awaits waverly love dozens [...]
it's almost time for a confessional. let's bathe our feet while we dance sediment wash. baptism in the chemical sand trekking through the barriers that barely stand in touch with invariance. writing love letters. barely legible; sun setters cantaloupe sky. dusk settles. what's warm love in november? it's cranberry cheeks. your tongue tingling. teeth surrendering [...]
soul is sequestered. hanging fruit, in a forest of giants praying for atonement or a holy alliance molding my bones. soul seller solely uncensored sling to be highest bidder, sold to goliath liquor bottle pried in my fingers. corroded and weathered like sewing a sweater, stitching holes i'm developing linoleum tiles. alone in his centerpiece, [...]
lachrymation and silence my most cherished possession. holstered like a primary weapon baseline until i count to 7, quiet like a library session four five six. these moments just help you evolve which adds truth to my theory that pain is a necessary involvement in life and in fiction, typecast me as your typical loner [...]
again i hear footsteps awaken the creaks in the floor again. who the fucks at the door? night stand machete laid neatly in drawer revolver neath queen mattress. in case of a quarrel but there's nothing. just repentance, contempt, intentions dissolved gun powder, protein drinks, and penniless thoughts could've sworn there was something. apparently not [...]
I’m stronger than you. Or, I thought I was. Maybe I am. Don’t fucking touch me. Make up your mind. Tell me you love me. Fuck me like you mean it. Mean it when you fuck me, love me when you tell me, you love me. Tell me a secret. Show me your ghosts. I’ll [...]
she whispers in a drunken moan. she's slowly falling in love ask her how slowly? we're slowly making art when we fuck making sure she comprehends. a lion covered in cuts licking wounds. vicissitude. saliva and blood we're controlled experiments. and you're variable A variable b, mumbles to himself. paranoia pirated brain dancing in her [...]
