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 grieved […]
my chest hurls wind, my ribcage blowing, as if a washing line, all this invisible movement, running inside of me, all these insects that live here inside of my top, here between my breasts, a nest for fear, I struggle to grasp what is happening in these moments, I play into double life, the […]