Monthly Archives: April 2017
My sky crumbled up, taking the last breath from my parasitic twin. Silence twisted. Still I grieve you.
The King of Shame takes a bow, contempts his whores as nighttime cash-cows. They think he cares, but he abhors those he lays at the seashore on a foul mattress with distressing springs left with a scent and a one-night fling. … Continue reading
I forgot how the day gives solace, but the moon vows to haul us to that unspoken place– You crumbled blue to the base where weeds grew.