Thursday 1/15/2015 12:10:00 AM

the world ends quietly. in whispers and asides. the skeleton discards the used flesh. Everything is currency. Even death. she chases the needle. as it flaunts the thread.

i don't tell stories. i am told by them.

suicides evolve. dismantling the structure of the act. both nectar and bee stings. brilliant and desperate. a lonely wolf chewing on a house of brick.

the hours are talkative. chattering with bones and semen. and empty bodies full of want.

the slender discipline of choices. the quiet chaos of decision.

touch's seldom assassins. boast their murders

i never ask. how far it is.

instead, i measure the distance by each step.

1 comments:
Kathryn Dyche Dechairo said...

a new favorite, so rich in imagery



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