March 1, 2018September 22, 2018

How Effortless It Is

"How effortless it is... Spreading her thighs and inhaling the flies. Your insides so cold, eggs hung in every fold. Eyes rolling like a cursive secret under your lids. I really wish I could read that message or are these words meant to be held hostage?" I'm not sure why I'm here. I'm not sure what I want. Maybe to ravage you one more time before I forgot. I'll show you all the things you forgot you wanted. Your body devoured with such splatter and sheen. My mind marks this thought, a yellow taped memory scene. I lean back to......

February 23, 2018September 20, 2018

Diseased Ponds of My Paragraphs

“The pen glides so smooth, yet the words come out so jagged. I kept time by the thoughts that filled up my books. Marking passages and marking flesh. I could only tell time by linking it to emotions and while I dwelled in the diseased ponds of my paragraphs, it still felt like no time...

February 15, 2018September 22, 2018

Prepared to Drown

"You are especially empty and dying to be full. Caring about the things that never mattered and not the ones that pull. Quit testing the fucking waters not being prepared to drown. The days of worth have come and gone and you never made a sound." Here we are on the sixty-sixth minute past the hour of six. I signaled your warning and now you chose to be here and that is very special to me. This isn't for everyone, but it was made for you. Scattering words around combatting all of my unrest until this disorder is through. The......

February 7, 2018September 20, 2018

Digit Constellations

“I find myself walking down this lonely path, a path I know like the back of my hand. The same hand you begged me to crash into your body repeatedly, leaving digit constellations so beautifully.” I find myself walking down this lonely path, a path I know like the back of my hand. The same...

January 31, 2018September 22, 2018

Except for this Knife

"They say that time heals all, then why is the second hand cutting me? Reminding me of all the times your hand was in mine and my second hand was only killing time. The closer to death, the closer to life and my second hand was always empty except for this knife." I know what I wield and I know all the words that wield me. Carrying and begging me to take the time that others kill so cowardly. When people say "killing time" it always implies that it is a waste. I'd like to take control of the clock......

January 24, 2018September 20, 2018

Hard to Breathe

“I find it hard to breathe in this world knowing that I am from another. Time and time again, my thoughts born from sin, yet I’ve never had any other.” I’m running low on oxygen, but never on words. My breathing slows. Am I preserving or struggling? If I can find the words to explain...

January 16, 2018September 7, 2018

Weaker, Bleaker

“Without explanation, without warning the days grow colder, longer. They say these are the moments that will make me better, stronger. Such an unconscious statement by a mind that has never been honest. I have the heart to say when I felt weaker, bleaker and those were my fondest.” There is something hidden deep within...

January 3, 2018September 18, 2018

Cradle Your Fall

“I hope my words cradle your fall. You’re sitting in my ribs, writing on my breathing walls. I feel you move, my throat’s a hall. I’m not sure that it’s meaningless, I’m not sure that it’s meaningful.” Your tears rolled down your face without expression, so I handed you some scar tissue to absorb this...

December 22, 2017October 3, 2018

The Weight of My Tongue

“You may have loved me enough to crush my lungs, but you could never handle the weight of my tongue. My words will weigh you down, but I still have a way with you, even now.” Even in death, I may be removed, but never remissed. The only break I was successful in was in...

December 14, 2017September 7, 2018

Devour You Beneath the Stars

“We’ll make the universe a voyeur as I devour you beneath the stars.” As my hunger grew through the last few years, I practiced the art of starving. Suffering for my work is something that I have grown quite comfortable with and has become a mandatory ritual of sorts. Something that many will misunderstand and...

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