the convex, the wretch caves
listlessly, she folds
primitive in her ways, she survives

a tear in time
just like the moments in REM
she has control

and her heart!

and her heart!

with teeth, now, with teeth
she opens up and her teeth scream in unison
“we are and thank god for that”

welcomed to her own subconscious
she eats well and sleeps tightly
her food is her madness

serenity:thepeace

serenity:thepeace

liquified dessert cakes
solidified scents
the pink slip

truth be told
she has lived a lucid life
bereft


what a lazy martyr!


what a lazy martyr!