hold me now

ever consider bones? their fragility? a thunder in the knuckles an ocean in the ligaments heartbeats when they swim malignant growths,  split,  cracked back into place a night of heavy drinking under the shower clean and virtuous bones swell with time and keratin a wax candle drip from the inside push-pull friction resurgent echoes to …

dark man dream

A strong woman needn’t call herself such. A witch is a witch, the end. Words are just noises, and I am just dirt mixed with water, mud. In awe of hypocrisy, I sip my hot chocolate. A caring tongue burn is restful resurrection from the thorns I prick my eyes with. An iced-sweet tea doesn’t …