Eye Of The Storm

Seeing the storm from my eyes.

Asmodeus #50: Looking Glass

mama, please help me there's a strange man on my window "it's just a bad dream, honey go back to sleep now" but burying ears under the covers doesn't muffle knock, knock, knocks howling winds and raspy breaths mama, please... Continue Reading →


Asmodeus #49: Wonderland

am i going forward or backward? am i rising or falling? i did step on this rocky bridge alice did warn me about the hole i can't remember did i jump? mama, am i a big girl now? dada, can... Continue Reading →

Asmodeus #48: Together

ride the waves of lava with me we can build our own hellhole in blazing streets they may have the matches and torches but at least we'll burn together.

Asmodeus #47: Your Heart

i can feel your heart everywhere even through latched windows and locked doors through layers of skin and clothes and bedsheets through walls of concrete and silence and bars of warped steel i can feel your heart everywhere even through... Continue Reading →

Asmodeus #46: Gifts

there are garlands around her neck bruised flowers of long fingers blue stamps over pale skin yellowing tattoos of old rust she'll tie her tongue inside her mouth with sparkling diamonds soaked in acid before she lets the sunlight touch... Continue Reading →

Asmodeus #45: Bruised

bruised knuckles don't hurt as much as bruised cheeks do when he pulls back his fist and pauses mid-air a throne of death in his eyes and pools of lava floating in his knuckles every time he stops the flinches... Continue Reading →

Asmodeus #44: Poetry

the best poetry is that which looks the simplest on the surface but if you peer in you see depths of oceans in murky echoes resounding within you like it is bouncing off the far away walls of the mountains... Continue Reading →

It’s Been A While.

Quite a long while.   I'm sorry I haven't been around. I don't think I have mentally been in a headspace that  any of you wanted to see. Or one that I wanted to share anyway. I will post more... Continue Reading →


Strong is the will of those who don't break stronger still of those who break and spring back but those who suffer silently draped in a shroud of their own agony that trails behind their heads like a bridal train... Continue Reading →

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