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formication.

The walls, they’re caving in I sit idle, center of room Folded up inside my mind Origami swan in a flesh tomb The heart, its drumming wild I sit idle, center of sin Beating the rhythm of my past Cardiac arrest in a cage of ribs The skin, its centipede crawling I sit idle, center of plague Festering from the…

the timekeeper.

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.” – Anatole France We all know the day will come when we must face the loss of an animal, or we find ourselves forced to make the choice that will end their life. We all understand the immense heartache this brings, acknowledge the gaping hole that will…

the space between

In the space between happiness and hardness, I can find you hiding there. The violence in your head stopping time, but I too, am fucked beyond repair.   In the space between sorrow and sadness, your darkness came to fuse with mine. An introductory of our finest demons, trapped by choice or grand design. In the space between rage and romance,…

the silence.

Those deep ocean eyes tell me a story, one that stalls behind gritted teeth. I care not a fuck about spoken words, let them crash amidst tangled feet. I find comfort in the shared silence, please tell me things without speaking. We’ll become observant mother fuckers, here’s to heart valves that start leaking. Let’s prepare to get lost in the…

let it settle.

If you ask me what my biggest fear is, I would tell you without hesitation, that it would be to live an unfulfilled life. But my second biggest fear is living a lie. Some of us build and shape our lives and our relationships from a foundation of fiction. Forged selves. Distorted histories. Fabrications we tell other people, but mostly,…

ghosts.

a magnet for the emotionless the ghosts, they floated faded and fucked up to a full heart, bloated poltergeists take up space never permanent, only drifting paranormal self destroyers carry the weight, heavy lifting curse of the apparition prepare for the exorcism expel the heart haunter emerge from the cataclysm

the poison tree.

It is sick and twisted, a gnarled tree that feeds from poisonous soil. It blooms sweet flowers, a magnificent deception that lures in the innocent. The antithesis of a giver, it sucks the oxygen straight from the lungs. Thorns embellish its branches, curved like snake fangs slicing into the flesh. Colossal leaves conceal the eyes, blinding the chosen ones to its…

run Lucifer, run.

  A black veil of lies masks the true form beneath He longs for the angelic soul – too far out of reach She is the chosen one – cuts straight through the deceit Lucifer, it’s time to reveal your horned head and hoofed feet Lustful whispers escape the mouth of the beast Hunting down the flesh, he is commanded to…

heartless.

what courses through the veins now is dark and cold love is meant to keep you warm or so I’ve been told valves clog with heartbreak that impedes the flow love wilts in poisoned blood with no room to grow offer a piece of it and they make sure to bleed you dry love is meant to be the answer…

alpha and omega.

  I followed your trail – to hunt you down – for as long as I could. I no longer remember the scent of your fur or the taste of you. I felt happiness when my head nuzzled in the crook of your neck. I felt safe when your paws swallowed mine as they intertwined. These were stolen moments spent…