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Sweet Shrewd Prince

Sweet shrewd prince, unrun, do stay

I’m left chasing the last word of my sentences

I would, I would but I'm too drunk to address it

Effortless, you drip with honey and tar

Enough of it to leave me wondering

Perhaps enough to repel

You make it so you’re too much of you to address

Whatever us may be, fuck it I’ll just

Hex it, as to leave a taste in my mouth

Like I was close enough to you


For in a dream, content, I thought I saw you

But he was a faceless entity, though I swear

In subliminals, anon, I felt

It was wholly you and no one else


This house of glass, that we beheld

With razors falling down your throat

And spilling out of skin, brazen, cold

A crown of flowers to lay to rest

Those little incisions that corrode

In an elusive memory, I watched you implode


In a vacuum, nothing has escaped

That fateful location, cooped up with

Dreams of future past, and gnawing whispers

That bring to light no more than should be

Spoken into the tangible

Spoken into me


like god

The promise of betterment, a night owl’s talons drawing blood, The haze of tomorrow, milky eyes of a predator that slept too little The haunting in a house of cards, packing vermilion onto dewy cheeks

Dissolute Sanguine

To perceive is to digest, and to digest is to warp beyond repair; Do not perceive that which you do not wish to be warped. i) Cessation of self prompts the veiling of mirrors, And a vampiric urge to l

I DREAM

It is that spectacular night sky that, shameless, spread before the eyes of the Lord, lures me to all the corners of the cosmos that I've yet to touch, bound by a sense of child-like innocence. It is

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