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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the dangers of devotion

  how does one drown in a room full of familiar faces on an ordinary morning in fluorescent lighting it’s clearly an emergency internally bleeding (ballpoint ink) straight from my arteries staining the porcelain crimson clawfoot swan dive an unforgiving undertow of unforeseen urgency the dangers of devotion the delusion of deserving one last breath […]

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velvet ribbons

velvet ribbons carefully hidden in vivid recollections smoldering incessantly in the delicate canyons between my legs resembling the devastated remnants of a forest fire velvet ribbons tied inconspicuously to the scorched branches of my past intricate memories of velvet ribbons badly disguised as metaphors kept alive in scribbled stanzas absently composed on the backs of […]

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