go ondon’t flinch nowyou’ve thought it a hundred timesmight as well say it out loud tell me how you’ve made yourselftoo afraid to livebut too chicken shit to diehow you just floathalf here. half sickhidin behind sarcasm and smirkslike that’s...

she makes me vulgar turns me primal…raw transforms me into somethin feral when her scent fills my lungs lord knows I ain’t no saint and she’s my fiercest addiction my darkest desire writhin on shadowed sheets her body becomes an altar...

my mind speaks in accidentals sharp where it should be natural flat when it needs to rise most nights I swallowed stars just so I could piss lightnin and split the earth open rushin toward dawn I’ve birthed symphonies...

I play chords with hands that bruise when they caress fingers that write verses of worship leavin trails of wounds when they touch she collects my paper thin alibis songs half written poems torn along the edges and keeps them...

the noise builds
whispers multiplyin to screams
my thoughts eat themselves
then they feast on me
always hungry. never satisfied I trace my jawline with my thumb
follow it where neck meets skull
that thin line between
what I feel
and who I am if I could just find...