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Collide: sex

grumbling  open  white   rather, pale pink  “You better sit tight, now  you’re on for a show”  oh, but I … Continue Reading Collide: sex

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late (Salvage)

A little late, don’t you think? A few years, a couple of months and several days late, my friend I’m sunken soil now I’m in too deep I’m maggot food Put your shovel down even if you dig me out, … Continue Reading late (Salvage)

Broken Pencils

I sketch with ferocity

write with even more
my veins draw for me
write even more
pens and pencils never break then

My sun

Sunsets what’s in between light and night to witness its cliché of leaving us behind entrusting that we’d be fine … Continue Reading My sun

At

At fifteen I got my first kiss at seventeen I was touched below my waist at nineteen my virginity wandered … Continue Reading At

Rumi

I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways – Rumi