Monthly Archives: August 2014

rune

marker on skin the ink bleeds in designing her own creation it twists and it bends the course as it ends understanding her own translation dark black on crisp white a contrasting sight cursing her own forsaken it spits and … Continue reading

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karma

are you there? am i? are you? who are you? hello? bright green eyes – recognizable. they’re guarded, but behind the veil there’s a spark that speaks to me. long, dark lashes frame the pair in question, surrounded by frosty flesh and rosy … Continue reading

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oy

my head is black from all the pain it sobs, it cries it asks for help and again and again it receives none, left to survive in a society at war against itself. question time: are we winning or are … Continue reading

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landing

sometimes you have to push yourself to the breaking point to watch yourself fall to uncertainty sometimes you have to bleed yourself to extinction to watch yourself break in two sometimes you have to pull yourself to the end to … Continue reading

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