We heaped lies on lies to cover up lies, We lied because we wanted appeal. We had never even known anything else, We did it to make ourselves feel real.
Poetry
Blindmen (a poem)
Women no longer tolerate the male gaze falling upon themselves. It is always molestation.
Why is she beautiful? (a poem)
Her beauty laid in the grace with which she handled hearts, how she knew where the cracks of hurt were, without even asking.
The Universe Has a Sense of Humor (a musing/poem)
Exhaling towers of yellow haze like Smaug the Terrible, in my lonely solitude, I rocked to and fro on a shadowy slab of concrete, and let the sounds of the world wash over me.
Is this enough for you? (a poem)
The foundations to be shaken were already taken down By hands and unheard voices mistaken Of the downtrodden, low-down found out To be rotten, begotten of times and rhymes designed To ride the fine lines dividing divines
Red (a narrative horror epic)
Hooks to my teeth It pries open My mouth Chills rattle Down the base Of my skull To the marrow Of my sacrum
The Thorned Rings (a dream/cosmic horror poem)
As the vessel unfurled to a boundless womb, unspeakable darkness yawned out.
HE (dream/cosmic horror poem)
I hung my head to an unfamiliar grotesque limb the alien umbilical that joined us at the navel my stomach crawled chest lurched
HE〘 Immersive Cosmic Horror 〙
Holy / Hostile
It’s so holy, it’s so hostile. ~ To tell my dreams to you, To build all around you, To finally forgive you, To work it out with you, To lose all of you, To rip away from you. ~ It’s so holy, it’s so hostile.
