pretentious poetry. FOREWARNING: this was written over three years. my style changes dramatically, as does everything else. quality of pieces varies.

once, there was a rose in a riptide. book the first

this is about pale pink blood red brown skin

once, there was a stargazer in the heart of the city. book the second

this is about sleep deprivation and crying

everything i have ever written for her

this is about kids and skin and young hips on young hips

have you ever seen a slave in gold chains? i have never seen so much golden slave flesh melted and turned to candle wax.

this is about the clouds and stars in that space where they say your brain is supposed to be

ENGLAND, FEBRUARY 2016: The Roux Gallery, at first, appears almost unharmed by the break-in: a window has been smashed, a few practically worthless items taken from the shelves ... yet, upon further inspection, Morgan discovers the absence of the Roux's most prized possession. Three months later, Ayla Culbert discovers the absence of her older brother. SOMEWHERE IN EUROPE, MAY 2016: Three people, two men, one woman, leave England carrying nothing but one suitcase and a duffel bag with them. They leave their phones in Preston and cut up their credit cards. LONDON, 7PM: Alma Dhawan's law career stumbles upon liquid gold when she receives a call from Ayla Culbert - her brother is missing, and she thinks she knows why.