Poems

Coffin Couture II I met her in a mausoleum runway show,veil of cobwebs, stilettos to kill.She said “Death’s the new black, darling,”then winked with sockets hollow as her morals. Walked like sin in high fashion,left footprints that moaned in Latin.Her perfume was formaldehyde and foreplay,stitched her corset with epitaph thread. Crossed her legs like a […]

Coffin Couture I wear black not for mourning,but to match my fucking mood.Painted lips like sin incarnate,high heels built for a feud. I strut past graves like it’s fashion week in the afterlife.Corset tight like a secret you can’t admit out loud.Smile like a guillotine, charm like a mushroom cloud.Lace soaked in perfume and probable

Burn The Hours They said the future was golden, but all I see is rust.Dead screens, empty promise, another dream turned to dust.I was born for the middle—forgotten, unseen.I learned to kneel in silence, learned to worship the machine. But there’s gunpowder laughter simmering under my skin.Every “no” they gave me just taught me how

Chrome Coffin Waltz Neon hearses idling, engines purr like wolves,window-tint reflections hide whatever sorrow holds.Pallbearer ballerinas twirl in sequined grief,dancing round a casket polished bright as disbelief. Chrome coffin waltz on a ballroom of bones,elegy in metal, dirge in dial tones.Spin the dead forever under chandelier remorse,chrome coffin waltz—decay with shiny force. Undertaker DJ cues

Coffin Break Room Nine-to-five in a mausoleum, punch cards soaked in mold.Karen from Crypt Ops brings donuts again—still bloodless, still cold.The vampire in HR keeps biting interns, says it’s “an onboarding perk,”and the succubus in finance moans through Zoom calls like it’s foreplay or work. The water cooler gurgles Latin, the copier screams when you

Brain Rot in a Pretty Dress She smiled like a loaded syringeand laughed while I choked on my doubt.Fingers twitching, eyes glitching,the walls were screaming but I couldn’t get out. She painted the mirror with lipstick threats,then licked the glass like it spoke her name.Said love was a sickness you feed with nails,and I swallowed

Brainache Morning crawls through the window like a thief,pulls the blanket off my bones and whispers old receipts.Last night’s headache’s grown teeth,gnawing at the inside of my skull like a rat in the walls.I count the cracks in the ceiling,each one a nerve ready to snap.Coffee’s no cure,it just paints the pain a different shade

Borrowed Heart, Unwritten Plague Sterile dawn, surgery lights like judgment,a man lies naked to the chest with hope for a futurebeating on the edge of the knife.Doctors move with the certainty of prophets—scalpels dancing, gloves snapping,every word measured to keep a secret from leaking into life. A pig heart thuds quietly in a silver tray,genes

Brain Rot and Broken Clocks Fingers flick through flashing screens,feeding me filth, force-fed and fake,seconds stretch like snapped elastic,every hour a hollow mistake. Walls whisper wasted warnings,windows warp with weathered grime.I’m locked inside this looping nothing,ticking time just wasting time. Shuffle steps in silent circles,carpet’s crushed beneath my weight.Whispers whittle will to nothing,watching clocks that

Ashes In Your Mouth There’s glass in the street and the sky’s gone black.We fuck on the kitchen floor, windows blown out back.Sirens in the distance, walls shaking with doom,but you’re riding me slow, the end won’t come soon. We taste the world burning, grit in our teeth.I bury my tongue in you, you beg