You come to me atduskwith the faces of oldlovers tattooed on yourbreasts.You say they don’t mean athing,and then likeAriadneyou hand me a ball ofcrimson threadso I canescape from the mazes inside.I don’t trust those shards ofglassyou use for eyesor those...
When black clouds swarm around meand reach down deep inside,I push away the darknessand huddle close and hide.I tremble with the terrorthat has me in its frame,the dead tide sweeps across me asa darkness and a flame. I drown beneath those waters,I choke o...
I stood on the bridge;the hand in my pocket holding thewatch you gave me before you died.it sat there alone in its perspiringwomb. the dark was more thannight; it squeezed through mypores. the glass grinned sheepishly, like a drunken mourner, and the numb...
She sits alone in the turgiddarkness, her swollen breastsfull as a gourd, empty assin; missing his boneless gums. She weeps, but no tearscome; she is dry as tumble-weed. Herbelly opens like a Venus fly-trap tocapture one of those wrinkled little bodies, b...
Her face barely above the waterThe dead girl floated like a poisoned fish.Her eyes, which had given up beingHuman, were locked like a safe. Her tentacled and deliberate hairGesticulated with silent slow-motion Hopelessness, as though she wantedTo tell her...
A promise from my lover isthe glass upon the floor,broken by my lover and hisdirty, fucking whore. A promise from my lover isthe glass beneath my feetwhich cuts me and unfolds to me my lover’s black deceit. A promise from my lover isthe blood that wakes t...
