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Sporadic , this heartbeat while my blood strives for Quiet. So long yet so empty and my pulse pays this toll. They always give the same lies in the same lines with those plastic smiles. “Take tw…
Three hours in two days - / that’s the amount of sleep I’m currently running on. / An eight-week-old kitten, a headstrong boy, a wickedly painful wisdom tooth, and white-hot sunlight devou…
holy; undaunted – / I sit here and fester / while your mysteries seize, / just as yesterday’s porn queens / and tomorrow’s bad hair. sing for the hangman - / resting under my wed…
Another yawn escapes mildly chapped lips. The scent of new blood lingers on the breath due to a cantankerous wisdom tooth. That unintelligible sigh of frustration threatens to Become as the hands tick…
Wondering how we came / to this space where / great seas of termites / determine Knowing / as Nothing creeps away / on stiletto heels; / such a mess! “Run away quickly or fall,” / was …
Tiny bits of blue paint / resting on newly-tanned forearms / after a beautiful sunny day / of hard work and satisfaction. Each speck of colour / seems a world or a cosmos / of depth and spaciousnes…