A demon ate my museRead More Poem – Where My Muse Used to Be
You are a snowflake
Jagged edges, crystalline
Furtive in my grip.
Smile, sucralose sweet; Assaultingly artificial. Eyes, whispering half truths in the dark. Mouth, filled to the brim; Spilling over with things said and not said. Glare as sharp as knives. Tongue spoiling into venom. Behind that smile, A sugary death awaits.Read More Poem – Too Sweet
It’s a nightmare How u look at me
My weaknesses exposed.Read More Poem – Callous
What once flowed now drips
You force it and spring a leak
Story slowly drowns.
The Rain had begun on the first day of her Reign.Read More Narrative Poem – The Tale of the Tail