The demon clutches in the belly like a claw that screws as well as grabs. It hurts better that way in the deepest way. The darkest way. Wa

To scrape beneath the surface brings with it its own mortality. To bleed and feel a fire made flesh. Ruby colored pulp trickles downward,...

I want to be the needle in your thigh plowing endlessly the field of your discomfort like a splintery thing. Extract the venom to your...

The key is to detach and then to reduce it down to the roots, strong solemn things that grip the body, and smooth out the mind in copse...

I wish that you’d listened to the call of leaves and the purring in trees, but you got distracted, turned away (as they do), and left me...

It was a hot day in June. I sat alone in a cemetery and cried. Someone mowed the grass nearby, children played on the street, and...

I go away Are just three words I use sometimes To break the silence of a fragile state I go away, I say, when the moonlight breaks...

I’ve been casting you in lineaments, you vaporous thing. You’re a distorted mirror that bends ‘round my mood. A cold surface of marble...

I quiver like the white moth I found perched on my bedroom wall. Bad news flutters in, in traces it seems. First an omen, then an ache,...

And gold drips through fingertips —coagulated sunlight— soft globs of me spilling out everywhere.

I’ve been lingering at the edge for awhile. And in spite of things. In spite. In spite. Despite things. To spite things. I continue in...

I want to drag you down and drag you under like a lion drags its prey. I feel the shadows forming in my eyes. And lions hunt at night,...

I’m sitting on the floor of my bedroom with the cars murmuring outside and I sit to collect within myself the emotion. At night I lay it...

You kissed me at the drive-in, all coarse and unrefined. Your rough hands in my fine blonde hair, smoothing out the crook of my arm...

PART 1: I’m not sure I’m the obvious choice. I’m not bold or powerful. My brothers were always more forceful than me. My sister was...