ChronicRapture

remove every connection
until all that is left is the
REAL AND PURE NOTHINGNESS

there is nothing safe that is constant
only placeholders for pain

In dreams, I chased myself with warnings
but required proof upon waking.

Continue reading “3 snakes, intertwined”

I fit inside a sphere like a cylinder
Like a spear that slices a two dimensional figure

Only pure, juicy fruits may enter.
Like picking apart a pomegranate,
she picks apart her sanguine body.
She peels back the layer of skin
like the peel of a banana.

I like golden flowers
and honeybees:
what grows and flits
in anxious heat.