i feel you loveri feel you on my skini feel each breath inand out and overagaini can feel […]
Category Archive: Scribbles
Why can the murder not be lovethe killer and the to be killedendeared enamored albeitdespite or maybe becausetheir […]
the sound of linen rustling slowly quietly as to not to disturb the night I’m aching to hear […]
Angels are supposed to be heavinly guardians not besotten with humanity not lovers. Yet here you are all […]
my father’s poison ivy is rooted so firmly so paternal in the back garden of my hyppocampi stretching […]
I was pulled from stone no other sword is mightier than I King Arthur No one man may […]
At my round table you’re my left hand my hidden blade The ace that wins the lot Is […]
I breathe in the salt crusting over my lungs with crystals stuck together How dangerous a breath Yet […]
you crawled under my skin into every inch you fit in then poured in some more until cracks […]
the longer you stay fixed in no motion the more the ground pleads whispers to echoes for your […]
kaya vs. the world 