in the minutiae of our liveswe have all been the devil.
shard words tell a storyof violations against heart
I am in accelerationattempting to findvalues for my variables
she said
since you left
she arranged her face so that it appearedthe weight of the world was balanced…
I once believed that loudnesswas a measure of strength
the truth will festerthroat, a corroding tunnelhope waits at the edge.