She is

Like a slightly cracked piece of china. A little off, but looks salvageable. Turn it sideways. No one will notice. It will sit in the cabinet, just like the rest. Perfect. From afar, you can hardly tell. There’s nothing wrong. Until you pick it up, without realizing just how delicate you should really be. This [...]

You used to ease through my mind like pornography, grabbing hold of every moral thought and fucking them, slowly and painlessly. You moved like music, your skin, my skin, perfection.
How little we move, we change, within five or so years. I will never be new. At least it’s not simply as terrible. Or perhaps it [...]

This repulsive cold in the air has created an itch in me
Despite the albatross manner in which this blanket sits around me, I cannot bring down this itch upon (and in and out and under) her. It covers me, in desperation, a coalition to breathing. In this envelope, she is the catalyst to the ending. [...]

Imagine your lungs expanding inwards.

It is odd. In the loud, one cannot hear voices. Attempts to differentiate distinctions are disturbed by the overbearing clamor of sounds. Yet— in the quiet, arguably, one hears not anything, because it is as such. Simply that. The quiet. The loud and the quiet, particular opposing forces, are not quite the same. But [...]

it’s like a dream to be happy

I know I don’t make sense.
Despondent Demon Girl
You are attempting to condemn me with your eyes
Pythia, divinity, your disgraceful excuse for a mind
humors you; these thoughts, is this what you believe?
Goddess, sibyl, you are being teased by your own self
You have no human, under those eyes
You lack quintessence, under those eyes
You’re a mechanical whoring succubus
You [...]

Just as long as the vision is good

Mother accidently
lit her hair on fire,
and wonderful child that I am,
I laughed at her
because
the front strands of her bangs
looked like straw.