your fate is not for you, but for those who mete the plane.
go soft. go steady. they will wait on banks for you.
you are angles and razors
an untouchable daze or some sort of monster
and all i see around you is red and dust.
X? Uncross your arms,
you can't see what's ahead through your wrists.
the paths are laid, the fields are drawn
come leave those voices behind.
Lately I have only been composed of late nights. Porches scattered with people being and learning amidst gusts of wind We are vast. We bre...
Some combination of nicotine and cannabis and alchohol Pushes me through the sun to get to you. I drink my sorrows. Bass beneath the blind...
A response to Three Word Wednesday I walked along the left side of a dirt road, unsure. one patch seems ominous; I stick my hand into t...
splinters in my feet infected, pus infused from treading boards I cough, try to speak around the maggots squished between my teeth made ...
and if our love was fading water fading slaughter of spent nerves and all the hope was scraped from the inside of my chest would you tr...