club of dapper homes paint land with conversation roll to the ocean
rewind to the end inhales and exhales came free now I have to pay
this moment tastes like delicious, off-limit cake eaten in secret
though they claimed to regret not being able to offer her the position she couldn’t help but roll her eyes in disbelief and claim herself that she never wanted it in the first place.
Sometimes in my sleep I play rugby in my dreams, but I never score.
inevitable combustion my being breaking down and shattering like a decorative glass spilling its wine on the empty masses. the particles in the thread which so aptly hold together this battered skin busting at the seams, ready to shatter planets. I can feel the heat boiling, overflowing, and I can see its invading fires creeping […]
gentle buttercup wears mask of demure petals savage underneath
We sat and swallowed knives, our private carnival trick. Entrance fee: the hope in our hearts.
finding the right words imagined decadence sways the sound of a voice
heat embrace hands waist foreign tongue familiar taste