Love’s always been a tricky concept for me to articulate. The moment it depends on reasons, it stops being love and turns into an exchange,something that lasts only as long as the reasons do.Ask your partner why they love...

invictus of sufferingmy soul is powerful because of thisseedy desire, reading my scars like brailleinflicted glory, they are an honor to wearfilthy weakness, when I shyundisturbed truth peeks through the mirewhere all understanding is bornfraught with painso I will...

Your hands are a slow, deliberate scriptsnowing cold glass frozen in marroweach syllable, a fucking shardwhere my lips have beencarved into your flesh—up to my toesiesthe cunt has worn Into a hollow, seeping starepulsing for sharp kisses in the airyou...

lick the madness and taste the bedlamsanitoriam green speaks the truth of the placehaunted rebellion when I dare not to behavefour point restraints left in a padded cellmy crime speaking to spiritsthe powers that be plug in like electicity...