She hated them, but quite at times admired them for their will to live. The bond between them only got stronger and stronger the more adversities they faced together. Only Zara was able to flicker that bond for a few moments, that fucking siblings-bond.
Read MoreNo use for the forget-me-nots my fingers are frozen on the congeries of madness, please do not find my duplicity; through veins darkly, my pet virus born twirls the tribe of aurochs— but even then it could not embody an unbridled death to her bosom, we doth part, legs dither, heart ungrieved; if shyness shamed […]
Read MoreVoid gnawed at my guts teeth that called my name Pale heat of foreign city such nights sighed tears – where Bone Fishhook moon throws silver knives Stabbing heart Violent Eyes Rude hands Absent manners Prejudiced Minds Baby Fingers tickled deep in womb Mindless Terror […]
Read Morevanish.trade.rocks. in sanguinolent dances we tradeour flowers for knots of the moon,cracking until the leftover asylum of poetryturns and explodes in our veins, Let it be the tongue of rocks, whereserenity will kiss you in due timeand frozen fingers wed in the plow of the womb,floating, innocent of madness, the moon, she turns an ewe […]
Read MoreThe moon is bitten / like the apple under the bleats of the corvid / the enceinte tree my pentrailium / shuts the black heart of lilies do not find me, I want to be alone before I leave. the moon / satsuma hills and mouthfuls of the noose lay bare and wrest like a […]
Read MoreShadowed skies that plum. The heart of infants, a strum, Moved through bristles of walking wind Kissed the small valley dell, And I’d dwell through lonesome seas. I missed the dead tribunal moon, As it gazed above some deaf winds; Slipped through the river stream, With instant buds of a morning desire, And I’d wake […]
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