She had a slutty manner of speaking, she was the type of girl you forgot after one night.

Desperate for someone to light her cigarette, which was now just a short stub.

So when she met a boy who had a prudent manner of speaking, she knew he was the type of boy you’d never forget.

It came to a shock that someone as wise as he, foolishly forgot her after one night like the last.

So when she ...

The mask is slipping, sin is creeping, there’s a soft clicking.

I cannot find the noise, but I hear a voice.

It whispers to my ear, chilling my gooseflesh skin and silencing my thumping heart.

It’s perverse, dark in nature, and I know there is surely no chance to renature.

Her nails drag down my arms, the clock ticking in time with my chattering teeth.

The mask is slipping, slowly but su...

Too many lives have been built upon lies, too many bodies stacked for the mouth’s mistake.

I bite down on my tongue.

Refrain, refrain, refrain.

I bite the side of my cheek.

“Do you love me?”

No.

The scars are developing although I cannot see, my tongue can trace the damage.

“Do you hate me?”

Yes.

Her lips could tell, they could tell I am a liar.

God, it’s a surprise that I don’t ha...

Scintillating fire, a web of man, promise.

Fire is man made, created by the abuse of nature, a discovery flighting to evil.

The bombs are distant, the fireflies rain down, the children are gone.

A sonder feeling, a somber feeling.

Streetlights are the stars we have replaced.

Man is the ruler, natural light a discarded litter.

There’s no soul, but in a warm orange, an apricot tang that ...

Clouds cover the skies, rain pulls at your eyes, but nothing hurts more than small words turned lies.

The drenched fabric sticks to your skin, your tears lose its salt with the rainwater. A cocktail of perfect gloom.

Each drop with each lie, each lie with each ruin.

Excuse, excuse me, excuse you, excuse the thundering sky.

The patter and the pitter sway and lull my soul.

Excuse the sky, ...

The first thing I noticed was the honey on the roof of her mouth.

It tasted like the honey my mom drowned my chamomile tea in whenever I was sick.

It was hot, not the tea, but the kiss.

My throat burning, my forehead heating, my eyes dropping

Lower and lower.

She was the eye of the storm, peaceful like that silent moment before ALL THE SILVERWARE JUMPED FR...

The leaf is churned to dust.

The flower has wilted from absent hands.

The insect has been stomped on.

The water has turned to filth.

The tears run continuously.

The dogs licks at its hurt paws.

The cat voices a pained meow.

The pig shrieks its tail off.

The little girl begs.

They all beg,

“If only this world had shown me a little more mercy.”...

We all look the same in the dark, however you must sound different.

I’m in love with a shadow.

I’m in love with no being, with no body, with having never met them nor talked to them.

I do not know them and yet I am deep in love.

How can this be love?

Their hazy voice, hogged by instrumentals.

I am in love with a song.

I am in love with the visuals on the darkened light, grey and gre...

Loss is a mangled system.

A bridge that creaks with every step, a dread that screeches a promise: I will find you again.

It’s not quite right, but it isn’t wrong.

The loss will sail in a different branch, the same broken, molding, twisted roots that strangle.

You will trudge past that bridge, departing down that overgrown path, the glinting gold that softens the thawing ferns.

You will am...

“What is love?”

“I do not know. Shall I look to the left?”

“Give me your heart. It must be beautifully written.” He whispers to the paper, as if not to the woman dimly lit.

“How could you possibly grab my heart?”

“By art.”...