glum woven gossamers laced my bones marrow-ing my wan soul. reality limped reverie dancing me and i am never to gather wools in picturesque hues again. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤforlorn ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ

you could say he gave birth to Pandora's box and we left it on her doorstep ______________________ a poetry and prose anthology centered around politics, civil rights, feminism, self-acceptance, love, etc. and inspired by artworks. @timespieces Copyright 2018

ode to a life not lived

i mean you can literally saw a woman in half and itll still be considered a magic trick right? start: saturday october 3, 2020 then unpublished♥ lol republished : wed sept 22. 2021

my lovers meld together

youth grows on branches of mango trees. pluck them early green and bury them in rice baskets to ripen them quick. love grows on branches of guava trees. pluck them early green and they are solid teeth-breakers. pluck them late white, love melts in your mouth into pulpy relish.

show me your open palms

When push comes to shove, even a doe learns the taste of carnivory

where i hide you in the vastness of the universe.