as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…

loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice

he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…

misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost

i am my own ghost i am haunted

if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord

i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically

A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.

when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost

it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…

my knee is there if i need to bend my leg my knee is not there for me to beg if you place an empty plate in fro…