Till death do us part (Love exists)

Love is a sonnet recited over the speakers of a slaughterhouse. It does not smell the blood nor scrutinize the saw’s. It does not save us, nor can it. It distracts, temporarily. In moments of abject terror. A peripheral ode. White noise in a horror show. Played on the assembly line. To the most vulnerable […]

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The Truth

In the deep velvet absence of discernible solace, I sat alone, unrecognizable to even myself, on an otherwise mundane Sunday evening. The pile of laundry stacked half way to the ceiling left untouched. The chair that held me was terribly unsure what to do with me. It wanted to seem kind but secretly hoped to […]

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