It mocks me,this longing — its martyred eyesand stillborn howl.Everywhere I go,a…
The differencebetweenboredom and peaceis a line finer than anyspeck of dustfloating…
Clothes flew off in a blended flock of discarded fibers on earth’s floor as skins fused against the boundless…
Do you ever pause in your pursuitto take her name, swish it around in your mouth,consider the sound of her and the echo of your need…
Patience is the torpid anchorthat binds us outside of time’s glass,
See me. Feel me. Touch me. Heal me.
Bitter and twisted,
angry, defeated,