Gallows PressA Poem for My Dead FriendsOriginally written and performed March 8, 2018Jul 4, 2020Jul 4, 2020
Gallows PressB.T.L.A haze of white blurs my vision, I struggle with no avail against it. I awake inside a glass cage with a small steel ceiling, hand-poked…Apr 18, 2020Apr 18, 2020
Gallows PressCafunéI want a quiet and slow morning. Gold dripping down everything as it pours through the windows. Body heat hoarded by the silk comforter…Apr 17, 2020Apr 17, 2020
Gallows PressMy Window (Come Over)Can I tell you something? I’m sorry I kept it hidden so long. I’ve been taught that these fantasies I have inside are all forbidden, foul…Apr 11, 2020Apr 11, 2020
Gallows PressThe WitnessWhen I walk by, what do you take in? Nice clothes, tight curves, clear skin Too perfect to lack divinity Too lustful to have sincerity Be…Mar 26, 2020Mar 26, 2020