I swallowed the numb like a knifeAnd drank from a thimble of old residueI emptied the vial of lifeAnd said all the words that were written in blueBecause you...You feel like a hole worth mending I painted my skin with a lashTo make you a garden that blossoms anewI planted the flowers in ashAnd waited … Continue reading Ending


I take the smallest fragment of a sparkAnd then I set it by a lensA backdrop made of green so I can filter out the darkI magnify it till it seems as if a sun that won't descend Positioning the light before it fadesI simply take a photographThen alter it in ways to make it … Continue reading Sell