Hauntingly

Echoes crawl in the empty corners of this mind. Voices, they bounce like music notes on a notepad and these… these caterpillars on my skin give me merciless itches as they brag about how they’ll be butterflies. My eyeballs swiftly shift from one hemisphere to another the fourth hour into deep rest as my bones...

Dear me, I love you.

It’s an unshakeable safety net of freedom. A love for yourself so deep that it defeats everything burdening so effortlessly. When it suddenly dominates, all the illusions and games of the surface are put to rest. When it takes over so vibrantly, your loneliness shudders in a quiet corner and dances shyly as you sing...

pop-cultured limbo

written on 8th February, 2019 Never really wanted much more.  Crusty road crumbs like dry ice. I sip on a dream until I’m full. Burn the money, give it your time. Trash your diamonds, they’re dead. Slip on a Chanel, drink up sloppy. We’re dancing in the mud. Dressed up like spoilt angels. Drag queen...