I knew she was the one when I didn’t dream of her Floating through my window on gilded wings with A chorus of angels singing a delicate aria and every Other fucking sitcom cliché that my childhood eyes were inundated with. No, she came in underneath the doorstop, sinking her claws » Continue Reading
I can’t tell you the color of the casket or where she is interred, or even the once-familiar scent of the altar where she sent us every Sunday. I can’t tell you who cried first, whose Wail pierced through the air, me or Jackie or Kimberley or someone else wh » Continue Reading
When breathing was at a premium You were the bailout that the economy of my Respiratory system usurped and caused Stocks to rise like the canopy between my pants Pockets. My body never felt more saturated With oxygen than the breaths in-between Kisses when my » Continue Reading
I’m looking outside at A planter, sitting beneath the swaths of Monoliths with nowhere to be but Here. it houses a verdant, violent Explosion whose tendrils are splayed Upon a brick-and-mortar wall, Spilling its guts to the lizard that » Continue Reading
Room For One More I loved her like my lung capacity Was dwindling and she was my Breath of fresh pollution. I Took the breath of her in And coughed. » Continue Reading
*screams in to the void* Shoutout to the dude that created this website as a testament to us teens that lived on MySpace in the mid-late 2000s. This has been a pretty awesome nostalgia overload, and I figured I'd contribute to the re-opened zeitgeist with pics from my original MySpace page. » Continue Reading