you've left me; constellations left unstrung within my veins. highest ranking; #2 in poetry november 2018

words etched onto the metal railings of the creaking ferris wheel

i am jealous of anyone who has ever touched you

virtues are for fools, darling.

Didn't you know? Destructive youths with killer tendencies and magic in their veins are the best kind. book i, first draft © 2019, arkhaic