jacob erin-cilberto > Writing | WritersCafe.org

spill drop me a line into the soup contract, murky manifestations of love i am Campbell's confused child you are my teac..

prayer books and diplomas you were my sensuous Alma mater schooled me in matters intended for confessional repercussion i ..

crazy fingers echo madness teeth biting down on sheets of idiot wind the lava of words incessantly flowing unbound insa..

being your aftermath heat seeking missile your scent finds its target and i succumb the damage catastrophic in a perfec..

the right to die suicide by lips feel the blade's penetration to the hips shaky knees collapse like the fluttering ..

old blue, told in senryu shades of bell-bottoms you were my blond incentive i was your pocket constantly reaching you held me ..

trying to hear your lips move subtle subtitles the writing on the wall barely audible but i can almost hear it with my aging ..

are there really bars on the windows dried moons, psychopathic lips kiss crazy arms bound in strait jacket embrace ..

dried art artifacts, exploration into the heart disclosures of a mission to uncover serenity the dig, the digging her, her..

the reinforcements never came in dominant retreat your gaze comes forward i flinch in accepting withdrawal i loved your ey..