poetry

Voices from the Kiln

Highway grotto

I took my door off the hinges

Cage the flora and fauna :i can still feel them crawling under my skin

Specialty fragments tucked, sniped, and beveled :how she digests and breaks down in my system

Quell me with a club like you do those baby seals

Lap me up as saucer’d milk

I conduct myself: call it wiggle room

Broken antidote vials

Greenday

Paralysis never looked so pretty

Feist of a shoulder shrug

Receive me in the drawing room

Femdom trash grater

And from your stardust I bathe in Immortality