Indulgent confections withdwindling miserliness —
A thimble of syllables can be sewninto a cry, a story, a lie,
semi-detached, in house,as in affect,watching the swan plantssway with your mood,
By the by and by the Book, I’ll yieldmy leisure, to a private self-harm.Numbing means, through numbered sins — to subsist, until…
Ambivalence is a cut, sealing,platelets knitting.
You said “It’s alright”,that I was all right,but the world was still crimsonsticky
I had fallen as you wanted me so — a dive like folly, into the shadows,through layers of the unknown,
Love abhorredand for love, a whore.
So this is the start,but the chemistry had already coursed -caffeine in the morning,adrenaline for life’s daily sins.A vintner’s dose in the…
Welcome, I sayto sumptuousness;my room, and Iwith the loyalty of a dieand the ambivalenceof a last roulette spin.