bitterly hungover on sobriety

we don’t sleep we reembrace the nothing from which we were unceremoniously spat i steal scant hours from the well of emptiness in which my bare consciousness spent nigh eternity coalesced around fearful of the eventual return that dogs my every labored breath the sky is the iris of a bored celestial baby unimpressed by […]

writing in water

the world was spinning a teacher once told me that among a million other lies taught filling my skull with many half truths to prepare a child for a life on a cold dead rock hurtling around a slowly dying ever hungering star a pretty blue marble suspended in disbelief a million miles from answers […]