Poems

Dogfood Dinner PartyIn the kitchen where cockroaches celebrate, a single mother counts her coinsRamen boiling on the cracked stove,shame thick as the smell that cloys.She files fake backsand phantom jobs for a pittance from a system designed to failWhile the men in suits sip bourbon on yachts,swapping stories about white-collar jail.She dresses her kids in […]

Download My PainIn the hush of a sleepless, neon room, confessions flickerGrief uploaded in increments,vulnerability traded quickerThan realintimacy ever blooms—she logs each breakdownCry number four, curated angles,anguish tracked and crowned.An audience waitsin shadow for the glitch of her despairTheir comfort not in silence but in sponsored,public prayer.He divides his pain in installments, a saga for

Dear God, It’s Me AgainDear God, it’s me again–not sure if You forgot since then.I’ve called at night. I’ve screamed alone.You said You’d answer. Pick up the phone. A tongue battered and stinging with the dust of unanswered calls–dear God,it’s me again,the one whose shadow stains the wall, the voice that breaks where night begins.Was

Disassociation NationEach morning is static, eyes numb to the spill of sun,mirrors show bodies, but memory falters, refuses to run.Writing out panic, the hand drags a plea down the page,no witness, no anchor, just distance rehearsed on a stage.A stranger in flesh, this shell going through old, practiced moves,laughter arriving offbeat, grief always missed, detachment

Dead Girls Get the ViewsShe posted heart emojis the night she died,a digital bouquet tossed before the tide.Now strangers kneel with flowers outside her rented door,candles flicker for a face they never saw before.Comments bloom like fungus on the feed–half confessions, half the latest need.Each “RIP” and “she was light” twists the wire,but silence reigned

Dear Diary, I Died AgainDear diary, tomorrow’s coming, but I left myself behind,maybe someone else will find me, or maybe I’ll just unwind–into nothing, into digital static, lost between the days,a name crossed out, a story closed, a breath that never stays.If anybody cares, just know I tried, I smiled, I fucking bled–but some of

Cum Kingdom ComeUnder the pulpit, shadows fall, sanctuary awash in sweat and moanA tabernacle transformed to dungeon, flesh worshipped,rules overthrown.She kneels in nothing but hunger,wrists bound with rosary beadsHis hand anointed by her spit,a sacrament only the broken need.He whispers dogma in a guttural growl,cock stiff as a crucifixHer thighs parted in prayer, her breath

Data is God NowLow hum behind the walls–confession stalls beneath the blue-lit glow,convenience invited deeper than bone, trading secrets for a shadow show.The lock clicks shut without a key, the algorithm leans in close,refrigerators whisper hunger, and the wristwatch memorizes pulse and ghost.The heart’s cadence scrolls in digits, a dashboard harvests every lie,the mattress remembers

Concrete BaptismLet the heads bow, not in prayer but in slow surrender to the ledger’s demand,no saints in these pews–just men and women processed by a judge’s hand.Here every confession is an invoice, every sin a scan,mercy stripped for parts, absolution measured in an hour’s span. He stole bread for the hollowed bellies of kin,the

Crypto ChristHe came not clothed in rags or gold but in the blue-light glow of code,his miracles were spreadsheet hacks, salvation hidden in the nodes.He spun his gospel on a Discord server, preached rebellion, sold release,he told the poor to buy the dream, then vanished with the piece.No chalice raised, no broken bread–just streams of