Fishing at the edge of this abyss
murky waters swallow my feet
always wondering,
wondering always
what lurks underneath?

Setting a beautiful net
shiny fabric swallowed by haze
always fooled
fooled always
what will I trap?

Fishing at the verge of this abyss
mucky waters stain my skin
always hoping
hoping always
it will be worth it.

Fisher, you should have known
only foul critters crave beauty.
Fisher, you should have known
only atrocious jaws devour love.

Setting a beautiful net
worn out golden fabric
always loving
loving always
the teeth sinking in my hands.

Setting a tender net
sewn back with hair
always knowing
knowing always
who would adore you
if it is not me?




[Another recurrence of the Devotion Rot habit—spilled as art.
Writings about a consuming love we would love to hate.]

Midnight makes no sound when it arrives.

Silently deadly you sneak into my bones,
sweetly deadly you nest inside.
With no time to escape
and too scared to play dead.

Night craves for no light
and my only shelter is my own flesh
but oh wait,
you are already inside.

Silently deadly like a virus,
sweetly deadly like love.

Every day at dusk, I hide.
But oh wolf,
you have to find me only once.

Loudly blatantly you munch my bones,
delightfully blatantly you nest inside.


[Another recurrence of the Devotion Rot habit—spilled as art.]

I rest your head on my lap
and I promise everything is alright.
I caress your hair—
and it's myself who I deceive when I say
I will heal all that aches.

Playing peek-a-boo with your demons
I grant each and every desire.
Gasping lullabies to your ear,
do you rest when they sleep?

Playing hide and seek with your demons
they feed me all your whims.
Gasping bedtime stories to your ear
until you fall asleep
and they come with me.





[Another recurrence of the Devotion Rot habit—spilled as art.]