don’t try to wake me

I pour the Prosecco into the glass of apricot nectar. a fitting tribute to you, my dumpling, my lobster. my … More

don’t sleep on me // senryu

[H𝓪ppy N𝓪tion𝓪l Poetry D𝓪y] you’re the one with themask // with the high definitionsound system bullshit this is your true … More

The moon has risen from its dutiful slumber, and the bright glare of my phone blinds me. The clouds partially … More

the self-obsessed are the least intelligent ofthe species becausethey drown in their own puddleleaving them dissatisfied

the monster looks down at her fattened shell. our insides are far more beautiful than outward. the intestines thaw out … More

Pressing his palm against me, feeling how it pulsates/warm as whisky on rye/switch on the radio and hear the sibilant … More

Before the moon shone, your lies kept going. I wondered how my cries stopped going. A pebble of mint, tell me your … More

he bought me those sweetitalian cherries inthe snazzy birdcagewhen he died, all I could tasteis that same peppered cigar

the pot of coffee//boils on the stove with my head//ensuring my death

aesthetically blue/a pack of smokes on her bed/cotton candy flames