Ode To The Night

How soft your voice, night. how shrill your cries in silence do echo around the emeralds my mother gave me to see through. melancholy sloth cradles me in your unholy arms, dark with nothing for me, dark with coal on my hands. it has been said, “Give me liberty or Give me death”, though I … Read moreOde To The Night

Love Overheard

The interior of a relationship is strangely grotesque. it resembles a vivisection – taken organ by organ, they are foul sights for disconcertion but as a whole,           well,                     goddesses of beauty abound. in that return to child speak           and       incest,           a noble display – either contentment,                               or resentment, we not in the circle conclude ourselves … Read moreLove Overheard

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