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I wonder when you learnedthat beauty is immortal Yesterday I saw yousoaring through thepouring rainorange and black wingssoddenLike coffee stainson parchment paperBut today you are nothing But a piece of poetry crumpled by gods fists Lying on the side of the roadWith ants gnawing at your feetDear dead butterfly, Who gave you wings?Who spawned you from your silk-spunContinue reading “dear dead butterfly:”

and there’s a picture above my father’s desk ofa little girlon his back, giddywith joyand smiling ear to ear I’m 17and this is when I start to wonderWhere all the time wentWhen leisurely mid-afternoon walksCatching cottonwood seeds like FairiesTurned into hoursCloistered indoorsAnd growing became somethingUglyI’m 17And people tell me”You don’t need to have it allContinue reading “i’m 17”

about a dozen timesnot realizing that I am still living between margined lines.The same story again and againlike a broken record.The same tale with the same endingwhich never gets any better.So I picked up another book on the shelfRead it once or twiceAnd noticing the blank pageswithout hesitationbegan to write. I wrote myself a libraryIContinue reading “i’ve picked up the same book”

being is as simple as breathingis as simple as creatingis as simple as writing.being is as simple as believingis as simple as failingis as simple as tryingbeing is as simple as livingis as simple as losingis as simple as dyingbeing is as simple as lovingis as simple as hurtingis as simple as flying.

There is only one wolf…The story of the two wolvesis an old Cherokee legendtwisted from the gnarled fingersof the glitteringancient mind.But if every honeybee is blessed with a cursed stinger why do we sentence our Shadowselvesto swarm for eternityinside?I believe there is a fatalmonster that is silently lurking,underneath my iron bones and in my whistlingContinue reading “The things you hate about yourself…”

The Earth let out an orgasm, shuddering into a moonless sky while the stars encircled her, like vultures scouting prey. The wolves writhed by dawnlight, set aflame by the sun, stumbling over starving whelps, and howling at the Day. Land eroded water, and the oceans drifted stangnant, without the moon’s eternal pull, its maternal wombContinue reading “Rape of the Earth”

I carry a peace of the universe in my heart. Gifted to me at my genesis I was told at the start that: I was a candle that would burn so bright only some would ever truly not-ice. And so, I clutch this flame in the palm of my hands burning my flammable skin. BecauseContinue reading “God sent Me”

I don’t understand the purpose of this hurt. Me as you may my existence prays in the beast’s honed jaws. This boat shipwrecked on Ogygia’s breast. Broke her clavicle, suckled her nipples. Dry-ads damn my oars. Scylla’s sadism, stinging catechism. W-ar scintillates mor than Janus’s throes Marred by death’s own claws.

Spindling heart strings on Silk spools And weaving them Into tapestries Her agate eyes Are finely carved by God’s platinum knife And she pierces the hearts Of those who covet her Like a trophy Barring her own Her maiden hair Cascades down the arch of Her back Ringlets and Rivulets in a Raveled and recedingContinue reading “She is an Enchantress”