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.