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,
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…
If you’ve ever been hit,you’ll know that what bleedscan’t be forever.
What if my wings of thought were the wings of God,shadow-less, guiltlessbehind me?
