pushing through the void.
I wrote an article about the Incel community sometime last year that attempted to balance a large amount of hate with a fair, honest analysis of what these men are going through…
Yesterday still lingers
In the sheets, like a ghost
An unwelcome form and a damp
The yellow toenail clipping moon
Kissed the otherwise empty sky softly.
It was hard to catch under the streetlamps.
The radio off,
The brilliant brake lights…