Her Cries

Her cries pierce the night like a bullet through the temple Except slower, more agonising Perhaps more like how a carving knife Fetches dinner from flesh - Slow, agonising. * Sleep interrupted, rage masking affection. “I love her - but I need sleep”, “I love her - but this is so inconvenient”, “I love her… Continue reading Her Cries

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Liberty

Nothingness plagues the streets And decays the Body. Delicate pressure deteriorates the  Delicate surface on which we are grounded. * Existence reeks of instability. Rain packs the cracks, unfilled by The Protector, as it tumbles  Relentlessly from black skies.  * A desperate reaching for more Drives a wedge between parts of  The Body, who can't… Continue reading Liberty