Yeah but when they lie to me I lie to myself

Folk imp

Reaping Hydrocodone dry heave . Devotional candles add to the ambiance. In the bathtub I think it’s safe to say this goes beyond them but theyyjostled something in me that’s for sure. They just ripped

There are certain things you can’t get back. the elasticity of your skin over time. You shed about 40000 dead cells on average per per day. the tiny fibrous hairs that transmit sound waves inside your

I don’t want to weave my way around rotting wood covered in bugs and tarp blowing in the breeze to find your wispy spirit crouched by the back wall. The desert blows so much sand inside I’m amazed this

Full moon rises outside the window. Voices swim at their feet in a deep hushed tone. The door creaks open and a woman’s heels click on wood in precise timing with the second hand making its rounds again

I created this fictional character. I thought she was palatable and I could put her in your life to shake you from whatever you had going on at the time. I couldn't fathom the love you had for her especially

The cave where you hibernate flooded in molten lava. Your fossil remains are jaggedly wedged in my chest cavity. You did a fine job filtering the polluted water you pumped into me, I couldn’t even taste

Stare down

Doo wop music while rounding the corner under the water tower. This city is so lonely. “When I close my eyes at night baby every time every time it rains” every song is is about longing and yearning and

I’ll go dancing with a mask so that I can hide and perform at the same time. That way I’ll be protected from the evil eye and can become a vessel so that those from the other side of the veil can live

i wanted to run away with that Sagittarius bitch with gorgeous cheekbones. maybe i should have. i could have done a lot of things. i could have screamed so loud my mouth would stretch inside out over my

You could seem really ordinary but at the bar in a hotel lobby you’re spectacular. Truth be told nothing you do will ever be ordinary. The way you manipulate this dimension into a low definition soap opera

I’d have to surgically extract integrity in exchange for a front row seat to your performance. Very Important Person or Vain Illusive Potential whatever you want to call it. You keep reselling that shit

You know it’s like 6, 7 am when I wind up in a concrete crawl space. It lasts until about noon. I think the world of you but our interactions weren’t pleasurable. Dissatisfaction cemented. I think the

8 points of light emanated from my chest and penetrated the confides of my Uber on the way home. wide eyed and frozen like a stag in the headlights I fixated ahead. I kept my mouth shut the previous night

Roses have an eye at the center of their petals. they crane their elegant stems to ogle me as I am yanked along by the leash of a jackal, scrabbling and foaming at the mouth. We stumble into moonlit shadows.

According to my research you have a Rorschach ink splotch below your thyroid. Thyroids are typically butterfly shaped but yours is a lunar moth like the ambien commercial. Today I saw you across the street.

Allow me to touch the center of your palm, your inner wrist, the nape of your neck. light like a feather soft like a whisper but swings heavy enough to ring the bell on High Striker. Everyone else becomes

pain can be dressed up as a birthday cake. Everyone sings and claps each year when you make a wish for total cosmic obliteration. As soon as the flash pops and an image is captured, they’re already digging