Category Archives: Poetry
Wanton
I dream of my red lipstick against your skin, smearmarks and vaselineslick lines tracing bites. I wish it would stain you more than it does, a semi-permanent tattoo of possession, a place that speaks ‘I was here’ in the only … Continue reading
Less Clever
Sometimes I swallow back an ocean of words to let only a trickle spill out. They fall in drips instead of torrents and I choke on what I don’t say. Perhaps because they are more cruel than I know is … Continue reading
And all your words were empty flattery, weren’t they?
where have you gone oh god I used to see you daily used to have you in my heart in my head in my in my in my you weren’t anything but a stranger but you held me close and … Continue reading
Sicken
Where were you when I needed have a little faith in me you when everything was brittleblack and horrorfaces when everything was bloodthick echofist and screamdrips when wordswordswords were all I had because I can’t hear my own self think … Continue reading
Naked
She lets me see her naked, only sometimes. I don’t mean you to misunderstand me — I have seen her without her clothes. I have seen her without her paints, without her artifice. Truth, many have seen her without these … Continue reading