Language is my dreamscape, my boy-
—Mary Catherine McSweeney
I like you,
I always did though.
That was how it began–
I still haven’t thrown out your bo
It was once to your lips, how coul
It has been days since you touched
I see it in my peripherals as I’m
I can almost pretend you’re just r
Belladonna or arsenic?
Vegetarianism or augmentation?
Gracefully deadly is indeed a poss
Yes, a vegan who chose belladonna.
She comes here often.
Sirens sound in the distance.
Do you see it now!
Golden flicker of light;
brief sporadic and
I took a long bath, soaked with la
How savory is this familiar shame,
I am the fallen, the soul; shatter
once statuesque and stoic, behold!
This remnant and it’s debris.