[nightwood [encore]]

[we’re in the womb of the same mother Sheltered in the guts of the goddess of pleasure but really I’m just with myself listening to the whispers of my mind feeling them like hot steam of my breath they fade away drooling on my spine i discover nervous connections this is just me now inContinue reading “[nightwood [encore]]”

[nightwood [chorus]]

[a campfire on a cold winter day the hard unyielding log on which you sit it is organic and there is something soft about the discomfort of it a connection with nature the snow melts where my hot tea cup lays it’s tempting but if i put my hand inside the fire i’ll scream weContinue reading “[nightwood [chorus]]”

[nightwood [prelude]]

and in your insane quest towards impurity and self destruction you may find temporary relief in letting your body be torn apart you’re sick for letting sick people touch and lick your skin their wet saliva dripping and you’ll never forget the smell that they leave on your cheek   everything can be repaired theyContinue reading “[nightwood [prelude]]”


[cling cling makes the wine bottle spilling out on the couch harder to hide it so you crouch ouch your knees becomes soft by kneeling you submit you hate it and nobody can even see it why do you even do that no {point tniop pinot} the only thing that makes sense is the opaqueContinue reading “[drinkmorewat4r]”

[سَفِينَةُ الفَضَاء (safinatou al-faďa’)]

[my mother used to say that there was a path i could follow beat the dirt, the violence of trying to blend in and make a place for yourself in this world i’d argue, with my youthful innocent mouth that there were wheatfields in which to skim your hand roaming gently planting new seeds inContinue reading “[سَفِينَةُ الفَضَاء (safinatou al-faďa’)]”

[best laid plans]

“nothing we do is completely out of sense. everything tends to be intentional. but we don’t often accept the reality. that our mind is able to conjure up ideas so impure and unconventional.” [what the fuck is love?? is it permission? is it allowing yourself to get stabbed? twisted and tied like a vine bloodContinue reading “[best laid plans]”

I’ll be whole again

From “The shade of old spectacles” I am a spirit I can be nothing more and nothing less So be it.   They’re my weapons against life But they will be my undoing If I don’t discard them soon They helped me when my mother was soaked in juice and her brain was all fluffyContinue reading “I’ll be whole again”

I remember

From “The shade of old spectacles” Blue The warm sea in which some people drown, the clear sky of the desert in which I got lost, the color of my backpack, of the weight of my story, the ink in my diary, the color of a 5-dollar bill you can use to buy things thatContinue reading “I remember”


From “The shade of old spectacles” Frozen You, little prince Standing with thirst in your throat And the witch Your own reflection Clear and still in what’s left of the river. It is time to say goodbye Even if she will never die. It is time to let things be To let her grow ToContinue reading “Healing”