He studied the curvature of her body as she slipped her red dress off of her hips. As it slid down her waist and dropped to the… Read more “Seeing Red”
Tag: #sin
Pulse
Dragging ourselves through the hours of dawn, setting our hearts on fire with delusion, drugs, and waking nightmares. Some poets may call it the entrance to the… Read more “Pulse”
Déjà vu
I’m well acquainted with the bathroom floor and my slushy eyes shining like gunmetal; no stranger to the sweet song of sorrow and the misery that I… Read more “Déjà vu”
Bad Habits
A series of pure, dirty, and raw habits I can’t evade. An obsession with touch, blisters from crave; scar tissue, paper cuts, an anesthetic of lust, bad… Read more “Bad Habits”
Blame Me
Blame me for the misery, my kaleidoscope mind infused with misfortune Our love I torched so bitterly, sweet serial killer of mental distortion The demented spirits that haunt… Read more “Blame Me”
Sinner
Ripped fishnets, short dress; frayed denim, pretty mess. Rock n’ roll soul in her fucked up fantasy; rhyming dirty words, singing sad songs of tragedy. Rebel rebel,… Read more “Sinner”
