The flea flickers hum—a cursed play Their cleats carve names in rotten soil A whistle shrieks through hollow gravesWhere echoes weave what time enslaves As shadows twist in borrowed clayThe field exhales—the crowd betraysThe playbook bleeds in rust and...

devising ways to devour youyour soul open and vulnerablebeseeching me to come to youcaustic doubt holds me tight and I hesitateyour need evidentmine held close to the chestpassions build and I snarlit will not get the best of mesewing...

The doves are calling each otherand they're also calling you,back to the present moment.You feel the urge to write which usually means something needs attention.You know that feeling,the one just out of reach,the one you try to outrun but...

sleeping need suffocate my soulcausing it to burnwrithing with passion I remain chaste of visionsecreting my desires within my hidden chambersnever to see the lightit is agony to cravebitterness to starveenvious fate to know and never touchmy lust is...

𝔚𝔢 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰, 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔤𝔰, 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔤𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨— 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔤𝔲𝔪𝔰 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔡, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔰, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔥, 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢, 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔤.𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰, 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔰...