Wayne

Before Magazine covers of white dresses in lush green parks I stared at everything wondering Trailed by plucked petals of sacrificial plant life Why I couldn’t seem to have While family and friends and frienemies clapped The lovely life And they cried and cheered in unison and I do my damsel in distress Routine I … Continue reading Wayne

Julian

Gleam. I want that sparkle. Hatred. The kind that feels like love Sultry. Tossed off in public but we both know… Facinator. The hat and the kind of person. Suck. All of it out of you and I will. Or it will. Or they will. Choose me. Blood. Your juice. My life. Tastes small Compared … Continue reading Julian