Day: November 18, 2010

Classification Uncertain

    Pressing me between the sharp clipped world of your finger nails insecticide in your passion insecticide — you classify me as your entomological marvel you bottled up figment your world is a parasite a nucleus of grief a tangled writhing of segmented…

These Shells We Belong In

  Your hard lined mouth pressed across a hot blooded slot of my viscous blood meshed into tiny pieces of being lusted by freedom and power you rightfully ripe born underneath sun-crossed-moon sky these fossils in our eyes that some snail left behind eggs that hatched…

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