I, hunt of the orange glow, warm of the lamplight the soft drop of your thigh, I feel, to search, to dive between every night when I take you, …
Olympia
The whole story is very simple: His fussing and furtive fannying Fucked Me Off. So I stopped listening. Simply. To his wheedling directions. To his …
Dora Maar
I knew it was over when he painted me in green like a corpse. I asked him why and he shrugged, And with the movement …
Evening translated into love
The innermost landscape, where afternoon is translated into evening, and evening is translated into love, kissed by an open window dream, only held in hand …
There’s nothing more romantic than a good death ☺
80% of soldiers can’t shoot a defenseless enemy , but I haven’t been to war, so I know that that’s bullshit. I’ve grown masochistic to …
INSOMNIA IS NOT MY FRIEND
i end every day by promising myself: tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow but that hymn becomes a hex as i become acquainted with the quiet and my …
I think I was born tired
I think I must have been born tired and weathered and agedA little girl three going on thirty they would say Big eyes, weary eyes, …
A Mistake A Year On
Today. I knew he was looking, Since class. Since going into class. (And yes, I know, I know, I know, Him, again. But I want …
A Teenage Brain on Antidepressants
My soul is crushed like a hard candy shellThe universe sprinkled with dots of my painConsciousness spreading, disappearing, existingA life without meaning is one lived …
end
each year at the end of summer, I always find myselfperched on my window-sill some years with a cigarette hanging from my fingers,with hopes that …