She bathes in alkaline washesknotted to a floatawaiting mechanical sorting before extraction.Coffin nail punctures woundpeels back to bruise the blackblood orange red pulp dripsbetwixt and between them.She’s lost inside. Prefrontal cortex broken.Don’t try to find her. Squeezes citric acidsucrose fructose glucose sweetest of sweet.Splashes lipschinneckbreastswhose cup’s overflowing?Compulsion blooms wetactivation countdown initiatesin the amygdalaas he crushesContinue reading “Juice”
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The Answer Is Always Man
Down, down, downlay me down in the garden of evilbeneath waning moonlet night chill our fleshsilence the days complaintwith songs of wildlife consorts.We become realwhenthe artificial worldnumber sequence falls awayto stretching of bonesand dancing of skin suits claw, fang, fur exposed.I morph into golden eyed sphinxmy false knight wields stolen spear and shield. Shall IContinue reading “The Answer Is Always Man”
Love Letter To My Sisters
I am malfunctioning spongesoaking up toxinsabsorbing poisonignoring vital functionswillfully neglectingconversion and conservation distributing bad medicineto my skeletonI am not circulating antibodiesto supporting structures.I am exposing my dirty hands knee jerk reactingcentering myselfin a universe of untold multitudes of sunseach emitting brightly celestial bodies throwingher own shadowson opposing planetary bodiessatellites dancingconstellation choreography it is unfair, butContinue reading “Love Letter To My Sisters”
She’s Such A Tool
Let’s dissect spiraling outwhat it means to only menot crashing outnot lashing outnot the definition of an aficionadothis is all aboutriding the infinite waveof possibility and potentialitydampening my chakrasescaping spirit snaring web observing it spinningvia my third eyeletting go of little monsters calculatingescaping the cave searching for lightslipping a ringon one fingeranotherand anotherbleeding believinggold isContinue reading “She’s Such A Tool”
Dear Heart
Ravenous greedy Huntercamouflage scent masking spraycrouching in a blindnot daring twitch a muscleor scratch that maddening itch ears listening for proof of lifeinsulated layers keeping out coldjust.Where’s the justice in this lust?Not hungering for meat on the hock,not requiring skin for blanketor tent.Leaving bloody goreoutlining in chalkdecadence of a kill wastedin the time of want.CarvingContinue reading “Dear Heart”
Cycles
Opening wide to receiveliving thingsbrown, green vining ivyinsect, leafchipping paint flake by flake.Controlling fire to inspireecosystem restorationsember, ashdecaying floradisease, grass prescribing burns to heal damage.Sweeping earth to undress prehistoric foundationsspiral, fossil drilling bitsoil, sludgepropagating roots in substratum.
Milky Way Gazing
Listening to post-punk dream popthinking about youthink you don’t deserve my timeand not this musicbut on the chorus I get warmthinking about youthink you’ve the sweetest smilepretty alligator crocodile thinking about you think you are a guaranteed lizarddiamond eyed reptilelistening to neo-psychedelia alt thinking about youthink you’re still on my mindand tip of tongue butContinue reading “Milky Way Gazing”
98 Or 99
Moth burned by candle flame mammoth jaw snapped tight I can’t tell friend from foeyou’ve done in my head tonight.Tongue tied with ribbonthroat choked by pink bowsI can’t tell master from slaveyou’ve done in my head ages ago.888537605 ghosts haunted dreams888537605 dreams slipped awayI can’t tell heaven from hellyou’ve done in my head today.Song birdContinue reading “98 Or 99”
Of Two Minds
Emptied of prescription prayer this vessel runneth overwith questions.Titrated down step by step this systems clean, purefeeling fresh.Which narcotics best regulatemy chemical reactions? Asking for a friend,not so I may avoid them.Covered, my mirror is sealedthis may be a last reflectionbefore repossession.Spiraled into manic thinking this depression is frighteningif it means no more mewithout me.
Out Of Season
Spitting out your seedbinging on watermelon winedevouring this sugar baby‘cause I’m ripe, juicy, tasty.My has-been undercover lover still marking territory on exesyour wet spots soaking throughthin cotton front lines.I’ve a fat lip swellingan anaphylactic reactionto the napalm.I’ve a hot welt risingin the shape of your hateacross my backside.Why are you returning when there’s nothing leftbetweenContinue reading “Out Of Season”
Carmilla Dawn 