Of Remnants

I don’t need a reason For I am a season I bring showers so there’s flowers in May I cower at nothing in the realm of decay I marvel at the ineptitude of contempt I exempt myself from the polemics of remnants I acquire fuel for the fire in the cull of the quiet I […]

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I’ll end you just the same

So has it been decided? Are you my enemy, today? Or should it be so, tomorrow? Et tu, brute? Perhaps it was yesterday? When words kamikazed? From the grandeur and the xanax? Sharpening knives over coffee? Is right now the battleground? Was our love merely a claim? Shall we kiss or draw pistols? I’ll end you […]

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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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