Under your arm instead of on the arm of a chair leaning over youfor just a few secondsI wanted to feel safe there so badlyI wanted to… Read more “Rewind Magic’s Emotional Contagion”
Tag: love
The god botherer’s Reasonable Doubts
I’m sat here, a thinking skeletondesperate for a drip of direct attentionbut not enough to mentionto the stars out there behind the sunlightto the dreams I forget… Read more “The god botherer’s Reasonable Doubts”
The Fuss of a Right Little Madam
I would like to say thank you to myself because I could have put myself in a really bad situation by continuing to live in an imaginary… Read more “The Fuss of a Right Little Madam”
Lovelight switch
None of it is worth anything if you don’t feel itI don’t need it or want it but in lieu of the real thingcompensation is king so… Read more “Lovelight switch”
Wicked and Profligate Celestial Spectacle
I’m projecting probably Testing 1, 2, 3 maybe observing these dark stellar nurseries of feelingstender enough for me to tell myself to believesome shit I’m making upfrom an… Read more “Wicked and Profligate Celestial Spectacle”
The Narrative Seduction of Run-on Sentences
I’m at the part of the story that is much harder to write than it was to live because when I write it down I have to… Read more “The Narrative Seduction of Run-on Sentences”
Electrifying New Sounds from Wormfood to Wormfood
My child just said, “ I know you are tired and I know you have been through a lot and I know you are okay with death… Read more “Electrifying New Sounds from Wormfood to Wormfood”
a somewhen self-interrogation about the whole bloody lot
Who knows what it is or what it will be you think of things and then see them in reality I can’t tell if I’m the creator… Read more “a somewhen self-interrogation about the whole bloody lot”
The Visceral Impact of the smallest bit of Pulchritude on Footslogging Bedswervers
I am in a mood right now whereI want to talk to somebody but I don’t wanna have to payI don’t think it’s a moment where I… Read more “The Visceral Impact of the smallest bit of Pulchritude on Footslogging Bedswervers”
Writing Remains
This hurts.How many times do I need to slice off the same tumor?Alas… Well,You useless conceited bitch of an underwire scratch.The fact that you seem to believe… Read more “Writing Remains”
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 