Perfect You use to talk of imperfectionthe required blemishhow it was the saltthat made something singthe paleness of a scarthe hairline fracturethe cloud of tiny bubblescaught in the glassall the linesleft in the sketchsearching for the shapesurrounding the foundstrange come the endI became the one thingyou wanted perfect

Love like phones?

Love like phones? After handful of yearsdesire redirectedlured awayby new featureswe may or may not needthe old retoldstill in stasisall the unused hoursheld in the batteryleft to ebb awayin the dark of a draweralong with the lightetched into letterswe never wrote

I am

I am a shipwreck nowat the bottom of the sealistening to the stormripping up the floorboardsI wanted to bethe silver and golddusting the dance floorwe swayed on row boats in the harbourtapping each other

Blue door

Blue door Room-less ajar in a fieldonce bright as clear skyfaded to powder bluetorn and uncurledas a weathered billboardcracked and kicked by sunshinescars pale as the tall blonde grasshushing around itthe memory of flames on its unhinged hingesswings gentle as a whales tailthe crumbling framedarkens the winds furbrushing it backwardsas it silks through its openingsparking... Continue Reading →

Lead me

Lead me Lead me to the seato drown my handful of flameswatch the waves smash themsweep the dust back to the darkwhere you were crushed into light

The quiet moments

The quiet moments Is it in the quiet momentsthe stillnesswe feel most alive?outside the clubthe dark of our bodiesstill resonating with the bassdragged behind usfragments of lyrics and melodythe collapsed rags of our wings fingertips tinglingsharing the smoke with a strangerevaporating beneath the cold stars


Candles 1.breadcrumbs from the sun2.crushed cloudsfill your bodylove is the flamethat sips at the dark veinturning everything clear3.a parachutist on a planetwith barely any gravityI watch the flamefree-fall slow into youcollapsing into the billowsof its own dressa shipwreck settlinginto the silt of your heartthere it flickersgifting shadows of starlingsto walls that havenever known sky4.I plant... Continue Reading →

Silver is what you try to hide

Silver is what you try to hide Your hair a muscle of waterblack from the burningpours around the fire of your face some day you'll have to letthe charcoal crumblebecome the silent silverat the heart of your sun torn from the earthI'll lay bluebellson the ash of your fire


Stubs 1.body cloudedwith all the light it holdsnever lit just heldin the dark of my pocket 2.a dark veinruns through uswaiting to be struck againstanother darkhoping to be touchedtill we catchthen liftedto make of itwhat we willbody runs cleardrippingdown the wristof thosewho raise uscooling as it curlssmoke solidifiedwrapped roundtheir armmilky as the ghostof a scar... Continue Reading →

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