But say I could repent, and could obtain, By act of grace, my former state; how soon Would highth recall high thoughts, how soon unsay What feigned submission swore? Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void. For never can true reconcilement grow, Where wounds of deadly…

I can feel my interior Rot I Swear I can feel the worms Maybe one day they’ll fall out of my belly button But for now they just turn up in my palms And i just… I just don’t know where to put them anymore. I can’t tell if people…

i keep dating painters slash magicians. once, a tinder date painted a necklace of violets around my throat, a chain of unique design. i touched a petal and watched it fade and then return. i suppose the ink hadn’t dried yet. my upper lip a navy blue, blooming somberly. i…