To the black cutter

To the black cutterthis epistle is penciled with memories of wished-for pistols                                                                                                 memories of those mental recitals of the poetic suicides                                                                      that never comforted the spirit enough to clear up the intensity                                                                 of that pounding in your chest. To the black cutterthis epistle is penciledwith memories of when you recognized that there was still                                                                     eight pills of […]

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Carcerality of the Heart

You’ve witnessed the cycles as endless returns – the never-ending request for change, the never-ending quest for improvement. You’ve come to believe you deserve it. This is revenge for a history of what they called abuse. This is revenge for a history of what they called manipulation. This is your karma – to be trapped, […]

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The Roses

Rose 1 I’ve always thought I wouldn’t live long. Primarily, because I’ve always known that living for my self wouldn’t ever be enough. Somehow or for some reason I’ve always felt that if I was to live it would always have to be under the auspices and authority of being something for someone else. That […]

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