i keep the light offso your shadows cant find you.i dont know whats going on buti cant keep my hands from…
straitjacketentrappingesurient skinhuskfrom tawny nail bedscurvingupgooseneck — should…
youd be different too
something about sitting in the street.or on a sofa.something.no, someone,sick with it…
the last of the matriarchs has taken to her bed
Festering Just beneath the surface Lies, percolateForming a pustule Expanding and pulsating The more gingerly…
Dry water spotted the mirror reflecting his worked-on body, wild tracks along the broken millwork, as folks fucking…
A poem
Listen to the abyss talkBut don’t let it swallowYouOr whoever’s nextStare it in the eyesWrinkle your…
Horror show
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