Dear psychosis, Lowly your voice howls Within the wintry confines of my mind. Now is the winter Of my discontent. I feel your veil over my eyes thickening. What is reality? I reach for it, But with broken hands,...

It does not begin, it does not end. Never hear it start, never hear it stop. Ceaseless, present at every moment. This inner sound - an object of sense. With willpower we dominate, breathing at our will. Where we...

I’ll be your candy apple, your sticky sweet serene. You’ll slide inside my ultra glide and glaze my Krispy Kreme.   I taste like cotton candy. You pound my tambourine. I twirl my skirt. “Please make this hurt!” You rip me at the seam.   Your bumper car has...

This room has seenus to the last.The years have cast our meetings hereas images on frosted glasswith raindrop spray.Our secret past is sealed awayinside a dream…This room has seen a placewhere I belonged to you,and you alone belonged to...