sometimes the world spins for you, the clock ticks for two, and she radiates– beaming, laughing, dancing, but sometimes the … More
Like a slow motion car crash, I want to feel the blood gush from your legs, drip onto my … More
Eyes of fire burn hot blazing the forest in frantic fever until all is molten nothing. I’ve been … More
The old man was done packing- instead of leaving him satisfied, the emptiness of the house created a profound … More
I think I will lie Awake A little while And unscramble These thoughts.
Sometimes she wore earplugs, even when the music had ended.