pyrrhic victories © 2019 fighues

Poetry on tap

what's to believe? october 2019

i ravaged his holy church with the hellfire he poured into my veins • © sianna okaat 2017 • p120-180817 •

harking back to an earlier poem of mine: poor wendy -- all the heroines get left behind. but she was a darling after all. yes, i very much have tears in my eyes. and it shall be hard to see, and sometimes i won't want to, but i will go on looking anyway. this collection shall be under the tutelage of sylvia plath's poems, and the bell jar and her lovely tortured head, in which i see something quite like mine. i hope it is enough in the end. do tell me if you've seen them. with love eleanor

living proof that art is fluid in form ___________________________________________ a poetry anthology written in fruit juice and cheap ink ----------------------------- in loving memory of the past @timespieces copyright 2018

this is a collection of poetry focused on trauma, nature, and the intertwining of humanity. a lot of it is self focused

wither, with him, within

loitering illegally in the graveyard ___________________________________________ a poetry book dedicated to every cell in your body @timespieces Copyright 2017

who knew gods themselves could only take so much?