a night where
the air itself tactile,
the silence a shell;
a night static and taut
deathlike, all windows
dark, the moon
aveil the world
the air lay heavy
against each chest
the night, arrhythmic
5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 7:24 PM UTC
like a fling of seeds
it all scatters from me,
vision, sensation. i
sublimate, i sway on my feet,
fluid at the knee,
in my head one thousand hoofbeats
and flies scramble across eyes
before ground grasps me
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 4:41 PM UTC
in thick wefts like steam
anger pulls off of you;
you stand stiff, all wet
and seething. fingernails
crescent your palm. teeth
fixed tight together. this
fury waxes indulgent, it
coats the world all red
and sinful, it casts a
sickly flame-shadow.
your sour rage puckers
it all, makes misstep
into malice. the steam fills
the room and i choke
on acrid air. you boil
the morning, you
scream in the rain.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 4:36 PM UTC
more sugar than i realize, my heart
is mellified. you know this; you have tasted it.
when skin split at sternum i stifled a cry,
cold fingers danced across ribs
and slipped inside.
a flaying should be cause for anger.
flesh pulled back, supple bleed
but all i wanted was to be seen. to be
felt and taken from. to be worth
taking. to be called honey,
to be sweet.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 6:43 PM UTC
anchor through generations, when you fail to prosper we watch closely.
we have never seen the moon but we see your waning and in that there is faith enough. for when we hear the eventual mutedthud, life will begin: a bloom of everything that anticipated, a celebration of your gift of flesh. we will build a city around bounty and praise you our God. all those previously unknown to you will desecrate your corpse with reverence, will taste a life story and mourn those who mourn you. when you die we will all be sustained by what you leave behind. in the wake of you we will feed and **** and feed again, we will be content with what remains we have and we will eventually lay eggs among your ribs or in the socket of your eye, and whatever is left of you will understand why we pray for your death.
anchor through generations, we are glad you have died
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 5:10 PM UTC
days long spent laying in bed,
lungs swelling like sails in the wind. to feel
you breathing next to me, I would give every hour of sleep.
to know the cadence of your air, to lie in tandem
to have you drowsy against my skin. in dreams I held
your hair off your neck and kissed it---the hair,
silky and balled in my fist. I watched
your jaw pulse and your neck quiver as you dreamt, watched
lashes flutter against wind on your face. you slept through it all,
days and nights. regardless of where the sun was,
you slept. I could never guess when your morning would arrive.
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 11:01 PM UTC
on my knees, I pray
not to wet drumming-on-back
nor to thick wefts of steam
but to the blade.
i pray
to lightning that runs in lines
and sting that fades into warmth.
I pray
to points abused and reddened,
skin that rebels.
i press it against my lips.
I **** that dense streaking
on my knees i beg
until the water runs cold or red
or until halos dance in corner-eye
I worship the tip and the edge
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 6:21 PM UTC