Change is magnetic, The craving for something, Fresh and new, exotic and inconceivable. some Dis_..jointed transition From where you are now. ~ Don’t confuse this lagging delineation with, The scrawling of a hysterical blue crayon. … Continue reading
The suitcase looks a forlorn shadow of its former self under that bare fluorescent lamp. Placed as it is, spreadeagled on the bed; a brittle, faded burgandy husk surrounding a very specific volume of emptiness. The journey to this room … Continue reading
They say that I brux, A four letter word with no exclamation. It’s the name they give to the pain, Of trying to grind your body to dust. Of trying to keep the scars from bleeding Of trying to forget … Continue reading
