mourning whail of isis

I mourn my disrupted loverripped from my lips by treachery wicked fate divides us apart in life we must wind ourselvesdown paths unknown to the world and create our own laws I assemble my lover’s fleshand weep upon his passing spirit I lay down upon his broken partshis phallus cupped and shaped by my hand […]

the weighted anchor

It’s still April, right…? My brain has been out of its poetic meter center for so very long now; I have struggled for nearly a month to get something out for poetry month. This one stammered itself out over a period of days, which is unusual for me… — my body sings at your touch,but […]

a haiku for poetry month

meter escapes me; my brain cannot pay homage. yearbook season blows.

Protected: therapy #? plus the last poem – day thirty

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Protected: the grey – day twenty-nine

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Protected: wall – day twenty-eight

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Protected: rot foul disease – day twenty-seven

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Protected: fetish fey – day twenty-six

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Protected: walking zombie – day twenty-five (a bit late)

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Protected: my flesh – day twenty-four

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