Monthly Archives: July 2018
Know ( )self
Intangible thing, a belief in self — how is it that you cannot hold it, cannot wield it, cannot shield yourself with it? Because it cannot be grasped? But in the hands of another, it cuts deeply enough that you … Continue reading
Untitled
The scent of her is thick on fingers, lips, skin, sheets; she leaves a trail of pheromones wherever she goes, inspiring late morning sessions of fast and frantic fucking, the kind where it’s hard to get enough, hard to think … Continue reading
Servant
You who bore the tattoo, who bore the blood, who carried the mark, who carried the light. You who could not lay down because the quest was not yet finished. You who held the lightning; you who sang the void. … Continue reading
Named
They said you were Aphrodite, when they found your face washed upon the shore. They saw the curve of your cheek and the angle of your jaw, and the curl of your hair, and named you Venus, named you Beauty, … Continue reading
Even I think this is stupid
The pattern of a breakfix life is simple: Wait. Watch. Wait. Watch. Wait. See. Flinch. React. Panic. Flail – and in flailing, possibly hit the broken thing and render it useful again, or so un-useful as to be replaced. Lather. … Continue reading