Poems

Generational Infection My father’s patterns lived in me before I learned to see them,the way the body absorbs the posture of the systemthat formed it in the early years before the self is hardenedinto something you can call your own and still be pardoned. He didn’t mean to pass it, and he probably doesn’t knowthat […]

Fix Me Again I’ve got bruises that spell your intent in black and blue.My voice is gone from screaming, my hands shake, my body’s used.You taste like midnight chemicals, sweat and confession.I chase your venom, your teeth, your desperate obsession. We fuck like we’re starving, like the world’s burning down.You ride me to pieces, I

Flash of Stupid Midnight and bitter, one bad decision at a time,another dare, another bottle, chasing comfort in the grime.I see her smile—red flags, red lips, red lights I blow through,trading sense for sensation, and I always come unglued. I’ve got bruises for souvenirs and ghosts for friends.I crash into the consequence and pretend it

Each Step Digs Deep Each step digs deep, the ground decays,the sky it groans, its fractured gaze.The veil unravels, thread by thread,a fragile bridge where dreams have bled.

Evergreen Rot December drags its teeth across the gutters and shingles, freezing every mistake you made this year in the cracks of your windows,The heater rattles its death rattle, blowing stale, burnt air that never touches your skin,You stand at the window, breath fogging the glass, and trace a middle finger through frost that clings

Dominion’s Descent Harboring hearts in the heat of hell’s hold,hunger hewn from the havoc that harbingers herald.Powers plucked from the pit, ploys perilously proposed,sovereigns of sin, so silently supposed. Hell’s power, in the pulse of the underworld’s pace,a kingdom crafted in chaos, caught in the cradle’s caress.Fear’s fire feeds the forge, where fate’s flames grow,a

Don’t Whistle Near a Graveyard Don’t whistle near a graveyard.Don’t sleep with your head facing north.Throwing rice at weddings brings good luck.

Descent Into the Abyss In the dark, I hear her whisper, a voice I can’t ignore.Shadows crawl like hungry beasts beneath the cracked floor.Eyes like fire, she feeds my fears, the world begins to break,a mind undone, a twisted game, this nightmare’s mine to take. Her laughter cracks the air like glass, it shatters through

Descent The first descent by human into the hadal zonewas in a sphere of steel and plexiglass, alone,in the sense that the abyss did not know we were there,and would not have cared regardless of what we declare. Walsh and Piccard in the Trieste sixty years agowatched the steel viewport creak and crack and saw

Decomposition It’s the most natural thing in every ecosystem,the body’s final contribution to the loop,the breakdown of the protein and the prismof the cells returning to the group. We are rented, not purchased, said the carbon,borrowed from the air and from the soil,and when we’re done the debt is paid and pardoncomes in the form