YOU CAN’T SAY THAT 9

…the anger has cooled, the hatred is gone, leaving in its wake a small pool of pity.

between my ears

It’s all gone to hell.

Believe

There’s always a catch. Sometimes, it’s the fall.

meanwhile

I bet you thought it would be different, being human.

SHE

…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.

Wolves

We point at the path of sticky entrails and we blame you.