immortality blooms from your lungs the dark roses become a means for our memories I found myself in a spell of deeply romantic melancholy I love you in death, you have suspended me in a passion that I cannot quite understand, my love bury me in red roses forever
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Memory Mines
cemeteries are always silent, there is a certain hush that arrives in death I remember you through my sense of sound the waves in the air vibrate in my head just long enough to send me back to that night with you: séance. aural necromancy, let us dance to the cadence of collecting memories
Read MoreThunderstorm/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…
Read MorePrayers From Dust
doubled over sharing whispers with the tiles tasting the sand between shakes the only way my body knows how to beg for help is through bruises knees fold over one another crashing down, syncope sink to the stone floor thousands of miles away from my temple, double down prayers through muddy tears between breaths, my…
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blackness drips off of me yet it appears to you I am bathing in gold I reach for the night as silky dreams dissipate heavy drapes keep the bedroom pitch royal purple flecks of sunlight keep the heat in, amethyst set in copper conducts our electricity, static lightening between sheets, we melt into tungsten tears…
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