the world feelshalf an inchfrom where I remember itbut mornin still comespalebeautifulwith the last of the nightstill caught in its throatlight settlinagainst the windowjust shy of yesterday leavin shadowsto hesitate at the edgesbefore reachinfor the sunI’ve learnedalmost has a...

      “Those who are fascinated by forbidden loreAre never afraid to look behind the forbidden door,      “Sacrificing countless nights of peaceful sleepSearching for psycho-cannibal things that one should never seek,      “The dark quest itself may kill...

An unripe tomato sits on my window sill a green globe, tight as a fist clenched around nothing but the warmth of the sun. It craves to be split open, to feel the knife's sharp touch, wants juice to run like a secret down the wrist...