there's bravery in being soft

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

exploring the sensuality of emotion and interaction

this is about sleep deprivation and crying

after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.

you are the words left unsaid on my dry lips the whisper of something i wanted but could not have

it will make sense in the morning.

❝the uprising has begun.❞