I salvaged the happiest photo todayIt lays crippled at best insideA promising vision If you’d like to see then…My skull only needs to be cracked open! How despicable it is To frame miseryEncase these torturous momentsDetain it to eyes of...

The dust of remains Tuck in the dead Never leave crevices vacant  Or wrinkles clean Land is always ready for sweeping    With traces of existence I bring back faces Forgotten since the first grain  Expressionless   Fall through grasps  Stick onto wounds Grind down to a being less Someone who never was But...

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...

Blood and bad breath The taste of morning Blood and coffeeAnemic breakfast Blood and kissesDrowning in dreams Blood and bladesSink deep in flows Blood and loveA prisoner inside myself Blood and beerDespair to be savored Blood and silenceEmptiness thinks Blood and snowI...