Splitting open their heads, I eat men like holy bread. My ravenous hands Locked in someone else’s chest, Scouring for Continue reading
Long I gaze, At the lie on the wall- A broad grey photograph Of a family of four. Grandly it Continue reading
Here I am, A walking trainwreck.. With a hole where the heart should be And stones where hope should be. Continue reading
I don’t think poetry Is about meter or rhyme. There can’t be rules In the language of the heart. If Continue reading
How do I explain the grief in my bones, Or the lava surging through my veins? What name do I Continue reading
Anxiety and I, we go way back. Back to the time when I first felt the rotation of the earth, Continue reading
Isolation has never looked as cozy on anyone’s body As it does on hers. Why, she wears it like a Continue reading
So it came to be; Two parallel worlds collided, A tragic serendipity That shook open the skies.