Poems

Lick the Ash from My HaloShe did not come down for mercy,nor ascend in search of grace—Her wings were black from flame-kissed years,latex slick on skin and face,Each feather sharp with old desire, each sigh a testament to rage,She grinned through holy slaughter, unafraid of fate or cage,A starless saint with a pornographic glow, halo […]

Lockdown DrillLine up in quiet, eyes fixed to linoleum walls,Shallow breaths muffled beneath fluorescentcalls.Don’t speak. Don’t move. Lock the doors tight,The ritual begins—practice for surviving another night.Teacher tapes the blinds,hands trembling with scripted dread,Says “just a drill,” but the silence thickens instead.Backpacks stackedlike sandbags, innocence redefined,She checks the lock twice, watches the clock unwind.A nervous

Lost in the VoidAdrift without anchor, slipping through a silencethat refuses even the comfort of its own echo,Suspended in an endless gulf where gravity and memory have both let go,Every sound I send out is eaten by the dark, not even a ghost’s return,A pulse of hunger for connection—starved, ignored, left to burn.No up or

Language DecayForever once meant a promise carried beyond the span of breath,Now it flickers out in a week, dressed in memes,performed to death.Love used to strike with gravity,the kind that carves a path through bone—Now it vanishes with a swipe,traded for pixels and left alone.“I’m fine“ is posted with shaky hands,hidden blade beside the screen,Pain

Left Me For HeavenThe night still echoes with tongues and broken vows,Where lips confessed hunger but hearts were made to bow.Desire burned in shadow,then dissolved in holy fear,One lover’s mouth pressed to flesh,the other praying to disappear.Love tasted of ashes, passion stained by shame,The cross, a razor between pleasure and blame.She wore guiltlike a wedding

Just Another DayThe alarm blares with a banshee’s threat,a shriek cutting flesh from dream’s retreat,Coffee boiled to tar in a chipped mug—routine’s poison,bitter and complete.Clothes wrinkled from sweat, last night’s stench,knuckles cracked from fighting sleep,Stumble into streets where air’s a fist—exhausted bodies chasing hours they’ll neverkeep.Buses groan, packed with strangers all dying inside, nobody speaks

Kill Me in GucciShe stretched on a bed of influencer roses, the petals fake,the fragrance cold as glass,A thousand eyes flickered in the phone—her casket built from everylike amassed.Gold-plated pill bottles lined the nightstand,monogrammed for every vice,Each capsule chasing something emptier,beauty bartered for a colder price.Her boots cost more than truth,her laughter piped in like

Jesus Likes the Pretty OnesIn pews where sunlight slips through colored glass,baptizing flawless skin in manufactured grace,she floats in lavender lace, her lips rehearsed for prayersthat only echo beauty’s chase.Mascara sculpted tears–he names her chosen, selfie-perfect,sanctified by filtered beams,she cries in public, speaks in light, and trades her hunger for designer dreams.Her ankles crossed like

Influence InfectionThe hashtags cough and the hearts combust,Fame a fever spreading through the digital dust.She caught attentionlike a cold,He traded his dignity, his secrets sold.Nocure for this—just a craving for glare,Their stories a sickness infecting the air.Contagion is trending,followers mutate,Scandals repeated, virality innate.He faked his death, she wept on cue,Each scandal a symptom of something

I Watched the World Give UpI watched the world surrender in a thousand little cuts—The archives bloated,every secret bought and sold for lust.Screens flickered tales of skin and hate,confession feeds where sinners bled,And bodies blurred in pixel lightwhile shame was sculpted, joy was dead.Data sang its dirty psalm: from “HolyFans” to “OnlyGods,”Their prayers dissolved in