you’re welcome to the feast, pardon the manners...
hunger does strange things, have your pick of any...

cosmic retribution / karma.
foolish to think stealing from boundless seas...

sing your song –
you’ve took up residence in my heart long...

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and there you were, delicately cupped between...

where the sternum meets the clavicle,
i want you to rip it apart like a wishbone...

April, a month of hunger and renewal, licks my...
with its warmth, drooling rain & snow over me...

Are you still there?
I did something horrible, and not the...

SCENE ONE:
You swear that the bus you’re on is swallowed by...

how cruel of april? to barge in with anger in her...
and you’re still there in the morning...

time stains my hands like turmeric—i...
of it, like ridding it would absolve me of me my...

reality offers cruel gifts,
like the truth...

where dreams unfurl in the veil of moonlight –
you are there, blossoming like night-jasmines...