i pour my misery into a fluted glass and raise a toast to the stars that fade from the sky i pour my sorrow into a pint glass and raise a toast to the to the moon that slowly disappears i pour my heart onto the crinkled vellum and raise an eyebrow to the indifference […]
i pray with doll hands clenched tightly in my fists a rosary of spent shells a crucifix that has seen too many last fixes a burnt spoon a crusty needle empty baggies with residues of days spent lost i pray with indecent devotion the belief of a magician the truth of a trickster the hope […]
it rests in shadow hidden from sight as your errant gaze sweeps past it unknots itself to stand towering above as you tremble patting it’s quivering belly mouth opens impossibly wide with row upon row of jagged defilement inarticulate fear becomes all you know as you stare into the the spiralling eye of death
if this is delusion let me dream the skull melts like a candle, dripping down onto the floor on long runs if this is dream let me sleep the rose wilts in the case, longing for the bush outside the picturesque window if this is love let me be yours his eyes glisten with barely […]
if you are going to love someone make it a paleontologist someone that is willing to sift through the dirt and strata to find the skeleton hidden away to take the time to clean the remains rebuild a stable structure with nuts and bolts long after it has all fallen apart don’t fall in love […]
if i had a nickel for everytime i checked the phone in hopes of a text or missed call i would swim through them like a scottish cartoon duck for everytime i set the phone down and picked it right back up knowing it didn’t beep but hopeful i just didn’t hear it if i […]
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