Her branches touch what he cannot reach And, oh, the wisdom she could teach To men who hold no misogynist soul: One that belongs to a cave-dwelling troll. Her leafy exterior falls to expose her in winter But if he touches her skin, he will yelp from a splinter....
The river by my house Always reeks of decay A sickening stench, always accompanied By the droning sound of flies. I stare over the bridge, trying to see Through the murky mess of water But I know what lies underneath A vile monster, that eats things thrown...
How different would it be, If by default there was another me, Just one of many on a ribbon of infinities, Too wrapped up in a daydream full of colorful commodities. How lovely would it be, If I could change the art of sin, But life begs to differ, as time can...
I like to sit by the window in my classes But I force myself not to most of the time Because usually I find my eyes wandering Out through the window And While it’s incredibly liberating It turns out that When my eyes return from their sabbatical Class is over And I’ve...
She only meets you In your dreams, the repulsive witch Who crowds your conscience, Breaking the breadth of you mind Like the burst of a vein. Each night she visits The edge of your bed. Paralyzed, you watch With throbbing eyes As she dances rituals Right into your...