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 wornInto a hollow, seeping starepulsing for sharp kisses in the airyou...

Beneath the pendulum’s dull kiss,where lamplight gutters, thick with piss,I split the bone—oh, sweet dissever!—and watched the marrow twitch forever.A sacrament of rust and rot,the cleaver’s hymn, the flesh’s knot—each sinew hummed a psalm unblessed,each spurt of seed a...

It's no time to rainbow a melancholia blues but then again, when has it ever been— with a smear of your rouge on my lipswhispering with my tongue tasting the hymn as I lullaby with the ink of my masturbating...

Airbrushed with a miser’s touchDissolving in its own prophecyDamocles’ sword looms aboveIsolde’s fatal elixir of loveCarvings of the silence deepA hymn to what we buildCreativity blooms at nightWhen Sirens’ voices fadeGhosts fall from their graveOnto sidewalks with shadowGathering to...