…sharp teeth of an angel.
just words
Poetry is only a moment.
Another Eve
Love with a whole heart, or not at all — not even a little.
blink
thank the gods for apathy
CLARIFY
I write what I feel, and I let it go.
You Can’t Say That, Pt. IX
It’d be far more interesting to kick someone in the knee, watch them drop, and then use your own knee to bludgeon their nose further into their face.
Wolves
We point at the path of sticky entrails and we blame you.
