There is a rope around my neck and it is pulling tighter and tighter until I can finally breathe past the stones that have rolled up from my belly and coated the surface of my tongue with something that resembles fear. I am running, further and further away from a sun that would cast light…
Reason to Stay
because I am born and I die in the open and close of your eyes — in that dream there is hope for a love more beautiful than this
The River
There is a river beside the trees that flows around the broken glass and hurries through the trays of ash that choke the birds and fumble words and smother all the roses. It winds around the crumbling brick, surging past half-painted walls and echoing through empty halls to wane and crash break back and splash…
The Cradle and the Crow
They are forged not birthed, the little girls with toes dipped in the grave, preyed upon by old crows perched on cradles, picking at dead flesh. In that sea of blood and half-life the pages of your holy book have grown damp. The trumpet has gone mute, and so you must carve your interpretation between…
Howl
A hundred thousand years ago before the first man’s rise, I chanced upon a trickster fox that promised me the nighttime skies. It led me to an empty field With its tail wound ‘round my wrist, “A simple trade” it said to me, “None but the foolish would resist.” “Look up,” whispered the fox to…
Nightsong
It’s 3:00 am and the flutter of your wing breaks open the cocoon of our tangled limbs. The quiet enters and we are again unsteady; Scarred by the song of the cuckoo bird that you can’t drown out and I still cannot hear. I reach out my hand, blind in the darkness, hoping to grasp…
Ballerinas
Yemi sat in the back room and stretched out her calves. There was a dull pain in the arch of her right foot, but she doubted she could get a day off because of a minor injury like that. As she stretched, she flexed out her foot, taking the time to examine her toes. Honestly,…
Rush
The calendar ink is not yet dry and the days have begun to blur.
02:37
Look only at me. Need only me And in return, I will carve Your name into my bones. I am yet to discover if this is love or Madness.
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