Things sound different at night

December come preaching the language of death. Once upon a time, nuclear war was a damn thing. Even had a government pamphlet on how to poop in a bin bag and live off bath water 'till the radiation killed you. I didn't know much about loss when I was fourteen but I sure as hell … Continue reading Things sound different at night

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The silence of birds

Did you know that birds scream? I hear them sometimes, when the night train plays out a symphony on melted sand. The sound comes scratching, scraping, catching in bewildered rhythms. Snap. Cut. Slice. I see now that they draw their torture in screwed up blueprints, and I let the music of that rest easy in my mind. Is … Continue reading The silence of birds

You dance like Brendon Urie

Once, I found the truth in Kafka. Now you're all I can think about. It feels like it's gonna rain again. Rooftop to gutter. River to ocean. Currents don't care about the colours of individuality. They take everything with them. But when I close my eyes, the plastic is always orange. And I thought. I hoped. That if I … Continue reading You dance like Brendon Urie

Snakes & Ropes

Dress my obsessions in poison. When the splintering came, it came quietly, and now I don't give a damn about anything. I used to think it was compassion that burned in me, but turns out it was just a scaled up version of paradise. I ripped out the cellophane from envelopes and made a window but no … Continue reading Snakes & Ropes