I have been typing for so long and yet I hardly have two lines. I keep writing and then pressing the backspace button. Type and erase, type and erase, type and erase. It's so easy. Convenient. I can make mistakes... Continue Reading →
so long i longed to say those words but my wounds are far too wide to be stitched back by screams so i pick up the pen and my words flow out from my fingertips because it's the only way... Continue Reading →
i write this with my right hand bruised with ink my left hand trembling with paroxysm my lips colored with the taste of art my breath in gasps of destructive anticipation my skin bathed in shadows of gemstones my heart... Continue Reading →