Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: She has seen evidence of the beast everywhere around her Through the streets of the city it leaves its evidence on the grey landscape Scorch marks on the concrete broken scales on the playgrounds teeth shattered and discarded in the gutter shades of green and brown but often clear… Read more

Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: The naiads have splurged with roses. Swirls of scented air hover above their clearings. Without petals and stars they cannot dwell beneath the glass shine… Day dreamers see their unfading beauty in the sands of the fountains. Their love is imprecise built on a foundation of unicorn-green grass… Their… Read more

Originally posted on Daffniblog: Hair pulls, human secretions, and wondering whether Honey Nut Cheerios are considered healthy. Sometimes I even think of creating a new language but the effort is entirely too much. Everything is too much lately. I just want to do the bare minimum get out of bed shower you know daily living… Read more

Originally posted on eccentricdevil: Maybe you were equivalent to That space between earth and other galaxies Something so inexplicable And cryptic Something people strive to know But fear Maybe you were the cello To my silence Lulling the demons in my mind to sleep Maybe you were the first boy To tell the moon That… Read more

Originally posted on samantha lucero: night ? Everything was a different color than it should be when the world began to exist without Miranda. In the filthy mouth of his blighted room, which he had torn apart with rage, he was like a chewed piece of gum. He’d wadded himself in rancid blankets despite the… Read more

Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Started this poem in transit between my home and manic states. Continued it somewhere between drunk sleep and barely awake. Dedicated to my darlings killed for cheap Friday night thrills, kissing in the backseat of a Chevrolet, I write this poem between being broken and telling myself it will… Read more

Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Life passes, unfettered by the loss in us I want to touch the echo of you with hands time has counted twice Morning’s claw does rive mine empty mind From dreams more full And coloured than time aware. arid fantasy does drift away to morning dew upon lip of… Read more