Move-in Day

The breeze carries sticky caramel sweat through long summer days with no lunches I have packed up all of my old worlds and have brought it for you tales of youth spoken through long-dried acrylic color chemical stories stored for good on yellowing canvas move-in day is unearthing unnerving revisits to past lives in past…

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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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Amaranthine Memories

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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Entropy

the art of pressing flowers is all about preservation to keep voluptuous blossoms at their peak, forever dry them, meticulously lay them between pages of old books, press memories beneath the weight of Tolstoy leave them, you will soon forget to return to the obituaries pages eaten up with mold, petals that crumble to the…

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