I'm a hard working man ( Read more... )

We had your brown skates ( Read more... )

Like jetsam, tattered and worn,
Like a salty wrinkled face and nose,
Cut off from the world but alive underneath,
In withers I pray thee be fleet, be fleet.

You're a broken stitch, you can no longer keep me warm inside ( Read more... )

Pick up red leaves ( Read more... )

I can tell that my darkness has its hold on you ( Read more... )

Lowering down into cavernous corneas, stench of sulfer seeping from obsidian wings gusting upwards, curses streaming from their nostrils, eyes on the backs of their heads and hoods covering eroded faces ( Read more... )

This week my family kept making comments about how I wasn't myself. But not today ( Read more... )

Dear love ( Read more... )

these are cold ( Read more... )