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it sounds like my heart could lift you to the heavens by the way it soars when your spirit even glances in my direction it flutters at your scent mundane, angelic, tucked flush in the crook of your arm so … Continue reading →

I sit in silence alive with nightmares dreamt last night the day breaks thin my bed thick with your absence i feel it in every bone it tears, it pushes me down in the sheets the further i fall, deeper … Continue reading →

I had never done anything like it before – but, as I think about it, I had been doing a lot of things I’d never done before at the time. It was like some new addiction I’d picked up: acting … Continue reading →

I wish I could vomit out my addiction day in and day out i am seduced promises slither along my skin up my arms and down my spine they worm their way into my pores and build a home inside … Continue reading →

I can remember the night I met my first dead body. Lord, how it still haunts me. My skin is crawling with spiders just as it did that night, when I stared at Timmy’s tinted eye-lids. The next morning I … Continue reading →

people’s lives are buried under my feet people i don’t even know people i’ve forgotten people who, at one point, were living on this earth, too, not beneath it experiencing the same life i am now feeling the same emotions … Continue reading →

one half of me is bathed in sunlight the other is shrouded in darkness yet my entire body is covered in goosebumps? my shoulders are exposed, my knees, my ankles, my toes and my wrists but I feel more hidden … Continue reading →

come and rest your bones with me we can gaze up at the stars we can forget all our troubles and become engrossed with the crickets chirping in our ears come and let your mind breathe can’t you hear it … Continue reading →

The blades stick into my toes Morning dew sliming across my heels The sun is rising now The sky a painting of pinks Burning my eyes I’ll bide my time here I’ll let my fingers dig into the dirt I’ll … Continue reading →

my dress is a flag on your bedpost it waves its allegiance to you it’s shredded, torn, ripped, halved but nevertheless, at your service