“My attitude is straight stank like a woman’s public bathroom For treating my trust like a child  who shitted out their Fruit-of-a-loom,             “Violence was not my wake up call, but violence will be its end Her fuck up upon my...

Every kissAn unfamiliar place sitsSinking in my heart of abyssJust how long will it be this? What does “love” mean Boiling floodsFloating mudslides Bone breaking hugsGhosts trapped in breaths A reason to stay aliveA reason I don’t want What does it...

Called and Chosen: Sometimes the Pit   Contorted dungeon, depths of creviced cracks, such minded designs – Madness as find. Somewhere/somehow, everything is fine. Such a wild wilderness, that comes to mind. We saw the future in the melting verdure – Following the signs, we went ever...