There’s a lesson at the bottom of the glass I’ve hit my bubba pink She delivers and they walk by I’m like a GPS My subconscious… Read more “The Last Time We Were Here”
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You flutter away from my hands Our disentanglement is what follows Your Ovum smells especially fertile today An ancient jug in an opportunistic thrift store The old… Read more “Love Bird”
I have realized now what my problem is I thought I could swallow this world I thought I could listen to the thud The bang Noise… Read more “My Way”
Constructing a web
Trap the flies
I wish I could trap your eyes
Stroke them with honey
Everything is falling apart
As it always does
There was a death recently And what do you care about life? Actually, there were two Both of them water-related. Think bloated green stomachs. Just another individual… Read more “Pretend that I don’t even exist.”
The room was a vacuum of white static. A giant corridor in a hospital except without the smell of disinfectant; it smelt more like a perfume counter of a department store. This is the beginning of your new life.
This blood is like Dasani, it’s salty and meant for you.
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