maybe it's the dark, acidic coffee I refuse to take any other way or the wind lashing at my exposed neck this autumnal morning it could be the disgusting cigarettes I smoke too much or the anxiety that shakes me I feel it coming like knots in my throat like frozen dark chocolate and there's nothing … Continue reading Bitter
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La Petite Mort
my lover is arcane for, he only speaks in tongues he breathes cold, cadaverous air to fill my empty lungs Latin chants over freshly turned earth he comes creeping in the night when not another soul is heard beneath a new moon sky and in the howling wind he quietly stalks aching to nourish his … Continue reading La Petite Mort
Thunderstorm/Forestfire
I Like The Way You Are Both A Thunderstorm And A Forest Fire At The Same Time there is a storm of quiet rain in your eyes from a distance it is streaks of heavy purple on a mountain top blue glaze that says, “hello come along, my friend” something warm in the invitation, orange … Continue reading Thunderstorm/Forestfire
Pre-Departure Reflections
I am currently typing the start of this journal from a golden bubble bath at 7am, seething with both anxiety and glitter. I am sure this will be posted far later today, but for the record, I am bathing and freaking out. Today is my last full day in the U.S. of A. and my … Continue reading Pre-Departure Reflections
So Nadine Writes 