Bodies on Concrete

Blue bodies on cold concrete; mildew grazing up against dehydrated skin soaked with liquor and caffeine. Adrenaline replacing purpose, rent replacing homes. Counting down on chipped and gnawed-off fingernails how many hours left – Quickly passing drinks and secrets. This is no party, this is no ball, this is simply a gathering of souls –…

Blood Still Blue

I wanted you to be someone I could rest my bones with, some warm entity that would hide me from a colder world. I could burrow into your sweater. I could pretend I am someone else. My skin is dry and my lips crack. But your hot touch does not reach my veins and your…

Accuracy

– when you’re told to listen to chill music when all you wanna do is scream to anthems. – when you’re told to lay down in bed or in a bath when all you wanna do is sprint or climb a mountain or punch anything – everything. – when you’re told to breathe slower when…

Orlando

Can the pounding of their hearts grow louder than your gunshots? Hearts that have beat for centuries, hearts that waged wars quieter than your blows, softer than the kisses, and heavier than your guilt. Do not speak of liberty floating free when your own blood has rusted and lays in chunks beneath your lungs. You…

Beware Time

Beware Time. Beware Its empty promises that every moment contains a memory and that you can choose to make more of your time. Time is a liar, a thief, a dream, and an escape. Much of what you have is nothing – the nothingness of sleep, work, crying, and walking back and forth forgetting what…

Music

It wasn’t his fault that he heard a hard bass and a fast tempo and that he wanted to pound his fist against hard tables. He was born with the sort of anger that imprisoned him and drove him to success. But she heard violins and falling leaves and the shhh of water down a…

Waiting and Sunset Skies

We’re waiting on cold kisses, cooled off after hours of no talk, no touch, no more words to say. Your lips go cold and mine do too. It’s cold, and I’m waiting for the heat. I’m waiting on the red blink on the phone that begs me to answer, and so I do right away…

Babel

How far do we go? At what point does a kiss become a distant fraction of a memory, something you can’t vividly see in the haze of all the dark blue past. And when that becomes a dull feeling in the back of your beating brain, then what? What more do you want when that…

Careful

Be careful, for her breath sways like mountains and her voice carries like trenches. Careful, for she orbits around herself and grounds herself in infinity. Careful, for she will shape your world with her calloused hands. Be careful, for she will quickly become your world, and the mountains, the trenches, and the universe of it.