Poetry · Writing

poison

there is a poison inside me slithers through my fingers fang mark lingers slowly heavy fist feel heavy fist feel tightly around your throat lips feel heavy fang mark lingers there is a poison inside me slithers through our fingers

Poetry · Writing

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writers block took me out back and beat me with bats like office space. talked a lot of shit thought it would never happen to me been a rough few years. motivation, i find myself thinking about motivation, what motivates how to where when how to stay motivated, when the bats came swinging down i… Continue reading untitled 19

Writing

all of yesterday

pretty sure i've never done anything & today is the first day i drew breath the night before, the night before i gathered materials for a brisket that brisk evening we took a stroll to the market to get a brisk iced tea and a cigarette all of yesterday in smoke