John Lewis Christmas advertisement beamed out painting dusty shadows along tiles to/o dirty, wrecked nikes what a jolly […]
life
I am so tired of life living and people who so blatantly disclose clinically cynically “they *love* me” […]
her skin was made of ice crystals all across the bleak the pale the cold surface of snowed […]
he was exactly as broken as I leading me under high ceilings onto the floor filled with people […]
I lost my voice three weeks ago I opened my mouth and instead of words strangled air came […]
the rain had washed all that we dreamt and wept for leaving a trail of what it tore […]
“some day” he whispered against the trails of ebbed tears “some day i’ll break you and you’ll let […]
if I had the world all to myself as my own to decorate to build and destroy love […]
I blow smoke formless dusty grey then grainy black dancing in front of me stirring it just reacts […]
I can’t breathe cause every moment tears a piece of me out of my mind makes me wish […]
kaya vs. the world 