What if there was a chip implanted in the brainto see past the bull and the lies and all the…
Tonight, my eyes unzipped the skytasting dreams that turned to stone. And there you were.
Is poetry the ink of the soul,the crumpled pages of my shattered heart?Is love a broken…
What scrapes against me feels jaggedas if I bypassed an errant nailand it sharpened itself inside my…