Poems

Teeth First This isn’t redemption, this isn’t a plea.This is rage with no filter, no peace left in me.I bite before talking, I bruise before I beg.My mercy is missing, my hope is dead. You want forgiveness? I want your skin.You want to reason? I just want to win.Every bridge you burned, I’ll piss on […]

Static in the Walls The clock on the stove blinks 12:00, a midnight that never ends.Mom slams a plate, the dog slinks away.Dad’s boots thump—he’s coming through the kitchen.He’s always coming. “Don’t look at me like that.”“Wipe that smirk off your face.”“You hear me, boy? Don’t you walk away.”The words push through like smoke under

Stillness There’s a hush in these rooms that was never there before.Floorboards silent, air heavy, shadows pressed to every door.You hold your breath and the dark holds you tighter.Waiting for the world to move, but nothing gets lighter. Every sound’s a question you don’t want to answer.You count the seconds, feel the heartbeat stutter.The clock

Scratched Walls and Sin Pills There’s chalk on the mirror, numbers that scream,a bed full of ashes where I used to dream.Voices play poker with what’s left of my pride.They bet with my teeth and laugh while I hide. I dug through my chest to find my own name.Just a note that read “Too late

Silence Bleeds There’s quiet in the house that clings like breath before a scream.Air thick, moon caught in the window, shadows swollen at the seam.You listen for the creak, for a whisper out of sight.You know the rules—stay still, don’t look, hold tight. But the silence is swollen, hungry as a wolf’s stare.You feel it

Spite Machine Wake up mean, blood under my nails,ashes in my mouth, poison in my smile.Every face on the street another target to piss on.Cigarette breath, eyes like a car crash. You want forgiveness? I hope you choke on the word.Spit out your prayers, I’ll grind ’em under my heel.Never wanted love, never bought the

Red X Red spray-painted X, bleeding down the splintered door,drips fat as accusation, red as a wound that won’t clot.Condemned stenciled in black,the warning crawling over old scars. The house leans in the wind, rot in its bones,but it’s my chest that caves in,my ribs the timbers,my skin the peeling paint,my spine the cracked frame.

Rotmouth ManifestoRotmouth drew up the manifestoon a paper bag,at two in the morning,in a booth with a coffee and a dragof something that he probably should not have been smoking,and wrote the whole philosophy of what he saw as joking. I The truth is funnier than the lie. II The audience is smarter than the

Nemesis You chase absolution like it’s hiding in the dark,rewriting conversations, dissecting every scar.Thinking if you just explain it one more way,it won’t feel like rot inside your brain. You fake momentum just to slow the bleed.Build grand intentions on rusted knees.Blame timing, blame fate, blame the past you outgrew,but I was always waiting—right here,

Never Beg I woke up naked on the bathroom floor,blood on my boots and a phone I don’t own.Last night’s lipstick smeared on my ribs,and some joker’s wallet in my coat, already cleaned out. The mirror cracks when it tries to judge me.I pour last week’s gin on my wounds and spit in its eye.Somewhere