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Ever wonder who cleans up after a violent death?

One:Say That a Thousand Times In the air, on my tongue, on the paper, each time it weighs differently. Say that a thousand times more: My ..

A collection of irreverent senryus

fruit is patient a confident temptress she waits in my hand soft and inviting full and round and with her scented beauty she seduces me..

in the dark liquid heat rises and swells spilling over my fingers and wrist tracing your name over and over into my skin my mouth opens ..

bitter tears cleanse me and flood the hollows within there is no drought here

I imagine she adorns herself for me alone silver and blue dripping from her like exotic condensation the damp of perspiration beading on he..

Daddy comes home from work unexpectedly, already drunk and trembling with a rage I can’t comprehend, but I accept it.For hours he sits on the..

it’s easy to forget what I came for the one true thing I know I’ve forgotten already the power of my voice the strength of my bo..

I like your thumbs I told him my thumbs are yours he whispered a perfect gesture of surrender I accepted his offerings branded them wit..