We sculpt
because we are looking for perfection...
Going out
going in...
I close my mind to
the memory, but it...
Oh sweet heart
I can feel your ache...
My faith in humanity
wanes more and more each day...
a melón, sweet
delicious as it is...
You spend my wages willfully, gleefully,
tasting the rotting flesh between my teeth...
My favorite rug now old and worn
It's been around since I was born...
Hey,
I’m tire...
I wish I could tell you why and how it hurts,
this concept of sin you believe in...
She speaks to me in vibrancies
I've never known...
The Poet From Beyond
She quotes Nietzsche as he were her brother...