Poems

What She Said When She CameThe first time,a word that is not a word—a syllable betweena gasp and something blurred,past the point of human language,just a soundthat rattled in her chestand shook the ground. What she said when she came is what I live for in this bed,every word she bledthrough clenched teethand shaking limbsand […]

What Lives in the Walls The plaster breathes at 3 AM, expanding slow and thin,a pulse behind the drywall where the house keeps something in,I pressed my ear against it till the cold came through my jaw,and heard a repetition I cannot reduce to law.The carpenter said settling, the landlord said the pipes,but settling does

What I Came to TakeI did not ride a thousand miles to shake a stranger’s hand,I did not cross a dozen county lines to understand the plan.I showed up with my coat on and my reasons tucked inside—I came to take exactly what they never thought I’d find. Call it ambition, hunger, or just showing

What A Face Can BuyHe bartered with nothing but jaw and skin—a smile that undid everyone within.I built my case for three months, stone by stone:the data, the logic, the structure I alonehad constructed, argued, refined to hold.What a face can buy, I couldn’t foldinto outcomes I couldn’t manufacture. They softened when he entered. He

(Deep Male vocals, delusional)Welcome to my devious game—reason frays at the edges here,and in the dark you’ll say my namelike a prayer in a church on fire. I’ll answer with silence.Sanity’s just a thread,and I’m already pulling it. In the dark your breath catches,your voice breaks on syllablesyou didn’t know you knew. I am the

(Deep Male vocals, haunting)Welcome to My Realm of Shade Welcome to my place of shade,Where darkness sits absoluteAnd even truth begins to fade—Here, nothing escapes. The corners croon their soundless hymn,Each note a quiet unraveling of will,And you, already sinking into him,Will learn how easily soft things break. In my grasp, you’ll find your end,Bound

Walking to WaterThe girls of the community walked to water together—what began as necessity became the bondof friendships built on the path and in the waiting,the specific solidarity of the weight,the measuring of each other’s burdens.Who was stronger today, who needed rest,and the walking became the daily test. It was the circuitry of the community,the

Untitled so far (Remastered) (v4.0) Under this smile like a mask each dayI laugh it off pretend it’s okayBut inside I’m breaking falling apartHiding the cracks of a crumbling heartI say the right words but they’re hollow and thinNo one hears the war raging within I’m pretending to be happy but I’m losing the fightTrying

VisceralI have memorized the longitude of every curve she owns,and the latitude of freckles scattered brown across her bones,and at three a.m. the atlas opens up behind my eyesand I’m tracing routes through territory measured thigh by thigh. The visceral won’t quiet down, the animal won’t sleep,it paces in the ribcage making promises to keepabout

Two Passports He carries two passports in a leather wallet,One for the country of his birth and one for the one he bought,A second citizenship from a small island with a ballot,Investment program that charges three hundred thousand thought. Two passports, two citizenships, two tax treaties,Two passports, two addresses for the authorities,Two passports, two ways