this caprine admiralis prose befitting of a prince is it really okay? for me to have this? i can't think, not wedged between your horns and a tree in bloom pink tears spiral from the heavens and mix with this ambrosia messy, and yet, not filth » Continue Reading
within the realm of delicate existence, small thing, both tender and fierce entangled in a ceaseless battle for sanctuary, to resist and thrash against the pull, or surrender willingly to waves' embrace, accepting inevitable capture the sky’s tender underbelly unfurls soft, exposed, a symphony of life’s enigmatic tapestry pulsating with the promise of life innocence envelops like a gentle haze » Continue Reading
upon my stomach, a tapestry of bite-marks, pale as milk, fading with the ebb of time, dissolving into an indistinct sea of fluff, mirroring the haze of my recollections. returning to the very maws that birthed them, they gurgle and spew falsehoods, perhaps those marks were never the imprints of teeth, but illusions of veracity. a vacuole lingers beneath my skin, a void where tender rabbit flesh on... » Continue Reading