Tanka: A Slow Death
Every passing year, a dragon’s breath smothering the anguished tundra. I wish I took better care of this once pristine body.
Read MoreA mixed-race Brit writing about a mix of things.
Every passing year, a dragon’s breath smothering the anguished tundra. I wish I took better care of this once pristine body.
Read MoreIn solitude
Self-love can manifest as
Stockholm syndrome
Outblowing lexicon, a phenomenal connect-athlonFighting for facetime, speaking through screensPixelated smiles in low-rise jeans Self-Isolation—the new meditation, egoless online ID and high-rise screamsA concrete jungle; we’re monkeys with machines
Read MoreSaturated hippocampusFail-states rampantMemory banksBursting at the seamsOverclockedSynthwaveSet to sine Acute trauma built-inGuilty conscienceRevelingHigh crimesOrganisedHe’s evil’sSynonym RelivedA high-defTwisted grinObtuseThe priceOf livingSin
Read MoreAll of the universe All of the stars Contained in a cup Ever expanding psalms
Read MoreWe are but cobwebsInside a plundered palaceForeign to our hostDrifting on midnight’s zephyrDying to remain instilled
Read MoreNew love so saccharine, cherubs watch from on highBlushing as we writhe in angelic ecstasyYour voice will sufficeDrown out a judgemental dirgeDoves & crows sing jealouslyTwo hearts heave—a frantic mergeOne half of the same soulSeparate wings make us whole
Read MorePanic stationsThe conductor’s missingAnd this train’s gone off the railsPupils in dilationNo light, just chemicalExhale Lost to temptationScrambled informationInhale A Bullet punctures the basionSanity’s cost of livingMental hangnailTorn offBreathing fails
Read MoreWhat would you doif violence were forced upon you?bloodstained sandssteel wolves ravaging lambscompel you to flee this land An aegean expansethe danger it yieldsleaves you breathlesswhitecaps meet a forlorn handtwo lights vanish in a stillborn sea
Read MoreGrief is a trickster, an emotional succubus in the guise of an elegant belle encouraging you to stay with her for a moment, to feed her your hurt. Catharsis for the soul transforms into codependency. She is the head of Algol, unable to survive without you, and so you continue to wane, living in her […]
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