Oblivius

untame me soft and unfocused the universe spins and shrinks around me I am a giant in this chromatic aberration yet I am absent, fragmented light dancing for stained glass galleries consume me with your color fringed eyes express movement with me fluorescent intent in each of our strokes— flat black paint pulled across alabaster…

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Oblivius: A Gallery

There exists a dissonance when you finally acknowledge that which had previously gone unnoticed. It’s all subconscious consumption and blissful unawareness until you wake up one morning in a bed you’ve woken up in dozens of times before to find yourself someplace new– it is here you find yourself, once oblivious, now in love over…

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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…

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