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Fabric beneath fingertips Thumbs pulsing with blood. With a breath, a ragged intake, I pull back the curtains Let the light f..

We’re hot skin And aching fingers Sweating palms clutching At folds of fabric We’re teeth biting tongues And a head ..

I dream of running. Of claws and teeth. Of hiding in the dark. Of waiting, Gasping for breath. I dream of pouncing Of snarling a..

Evening And you’re here again Fingers curled In the lamplight Listening to the rain You think about perception An..

from an altered book i'm making

I used to fear the last ray of summer The turning of a season The shorter days, blacker nights The cold that seeps twixt skin and cov..

Okay, so I admit I fucked up. I got so Concerned With being real That I faked it. The whole damn thing. (3 ..

There is something Almost sculpted In the arch of your hands As they rest in your lap Beholding the sky I press cracked l..

there’s a pile of your clothes with nowhere to go. they remain on the table, folded as if lost in rejection. t..

from an altered book i'm making...