If you are rock hard
you break down until you are...

They crucify you
upon the uneven scales...

You hurt the true hearts and try to hide it from...
You hide your fangs...

First, I learned that
my aunty was schizophrenic...

Looking upon the red canvass
of flower buds...

Oh I belong to you
Like a prince who lost his kingdom...

There are no bite marks on his apple.
His toys are still in their boxes...

Hardcore feminism
in all aspects...

Look how those branches
of trees are nestling within...

His sword defeats death
right before defeating all...

Why impelling feeling with talks,
bottling up something ethereal...

Words are for when we disregard silence.
Writing is the tendency of the forgotten poetry to...