touches of whiskey burn down my throat until the fire inside of me is consumed whole. the whiskey makes the room softer, you would whisper. the lights bleed together until we are nothingcontinue <3
Category: Poetry
death is near.
You snapped me out of a trance, and with confusion swarming the muddle of your deepest brown eyes, you asked me in earnest: “Why the pale face?”. Death is near. The flowers keep pilingcontinue <3
insanity.
sestina I crash into the terror of the waves, Bruising my ankles to a deep purple. The ripples shatter the surface of the moon. My sense of calming, Overwhelmed by the carnal desire forcontinue <3
midnight train.
Goodbyes aren’t easy, You would whisper. Why, the train moves too fast Yet you feel too grounded. You grip onto the laugh track Of the life you wish you had. Riding the midnight train Untilcontinue <3