poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
electric buttons, pressed one by one,in quick motion,current after current,My body trembling in fear,the infinite fear,I lost my breath,gasping, with my engraved steel chest,crypted in love, I was left in slits,metal slots of empty,cold, cylinders,full of ruptured flowers,like a dog had dug up the earth below,and left the fruit that had dropped,trampled,with no care. I […]