I am splattered ink on these empty white walls.
a story told by collisions.
splashes of my deepest intuitions:
a handprint embroidered here,
a slash of claws over there,
a baby footprint by the door to say "goodbye" to my innocence,
a distorted smile on the ceiling that could easily be mistaken for a question mark,
and a cancellation symbol on the window shunning anyone's smart *** remarks.

I
am
a mess...
and if one were to try and clean me up,
my secrets beneath would devour them whole.

- a.r. Camm

& around we went...
circling the reality
that at some point
the wheel would stop turning
& we’d have to return home...


- a.r. Camm

beauty is you
sharp dancing along your luminous light,
dangerous upon your fragile ankles,
the potential to “bring down the house,”
beauty is you
I look at you and feel your passion,
if not tamed correctly while seated,
we all become dancers with you...

such pain and beauty,
such hypnotizing mastery,
you’ve thawed this coldness inside me,

I must have you
so i shall reach...

I want to dance

With you.


- a.r. Camm

Last time I trusted someone,
I ended up being an animal head
on their collection wall.

a victim to their survival
renamed “trophy”


- a.r. Camm