Don't bother flattering me with your Fancy font Full of holy smoke And deliberation About who did or didn't need A penal implant Sacred substitution For what? The cosmic garden Fertilized with human shit? Good Lord, Tired of being your whore Bleeding love from Slit wrists and I's Owe. Ewe. Mi. Bloodshot Dry The silent…Read more Cut
poetry
Sojourn
It's not like You're gonna rise up singing Cradle cap and rocking Horse Back and forth Between hungry mother and child She never was Cooing in her Baby Face Offering oysters of Truth Walking off to the sentiment of freedom It's not like They can read your mind The carts coming up the aisle Knocking…Read more Sojourn
Unbecoming
Inside, go within Leaves It alone As survival scopes out differences forewarning Fraying edges can't suck up enough Potential from the bedrock Hoarding Feasts What choice do we have? Besides taking everything off And starting from scratches Clawing bite Marks Up skin Masks conveying the person they decided you'd be Behind commodities is no one…Read more Unbecoming
Who Came First
Fighting over the global garbage can Shell it out, fish, dish, take it Poke Yolk splattered on cosmic ground The Gods Spilled gut seeds in a violent explosion Big Bang Get More for your buck Don't bother fighting back, get more Than you ever bargained for F@&! me like you hate me Bending over backwords…Read more Who Came First
In Sin
There's a wave in the front of my hair that looks just like his. Countless mornings wasted, drowning the kink in water and alcohol, blasting my scalp with heat, beating my head with a brush, cursing the curves into straight, lifeless submission. Flesh of my flesh, blood, bones Despite defining differences, years were spent attempting…Read more In Sin
Don’t
Don't show them your drawing They'll find the mistakes, compare it to what's already on the fridge or that Picasso we saw on the field trip last year. Third grade is no excuse; third degree. Don't ask them how you look They'll find the bump in your pony, the hole in your sock which is…Read more Don’t
On Lookers
The pretty ones Spreading wings for paparazzi Bedazzled bed parts Vying for cheap significance which is safer than risking failure at being loved for who we are The emptiness stuffed with Sephora Bingeing Too Faced Innersense Tarte Drunk Elephants need First Aid Beauty because Earth's Nectar is drowning in Urban Decay Free People! and yet…Read more On Lookers
