within the vortexof a shrapnel'd stormthey tripped overbumps and linesto reach my raysin the azureof Aurora's danceentrancedby the lightignitedwithint..
hurled into the nothingness of knowingthe chain is severeddisconnecting me fromthe illusion of linearity.worlds blur by on this mirrored descentto the..
part of me vanishedcreation turned to ashesloss of art is deaththe rain mourns the lossrays are needles on my skinwords cannot returneach page is sile..
i watch the trolley pass by my windowthe church bells are tolling at 10 p.m.it's pretty late for the bells to be going offbut there's a new pastor, fa..
it's coming down and she's walking outwith the belongings she's allowed to take.the rest is his.she's only seen this in the moviestaking off in a taxi..
it's a saturday morning and all the washers are fulli sit outside the stoop of my parents' store and waitfor those spanish-speaking girls to come and ..
without white noisethe silence baresthe cut on my facethat sneaks out while you're asleep.a product of disorderthe quiet disquiets.ghost habits get pa..