slumbering in the fires

at 1:41 a.m. the car moaned. it took me away to where my soul would ignite.

if only i could do something with this restlessness. this immobility and inability to tend to my responsibilities constricts around my panic...

the bottom has corroded out of my tiny tin heart. and as with all broken rusty things, they have their momentary appeal, like how could this...

the infection is spreading it has been for millennia this just might be the cusp the pinnacle the miniscule almost imperceptible moment wher...

death the fickle bitch, i no longer fear. it is the road toward it, littered with human iniquities that terrifies me the most.

the athanors burn high and bright incandescent is their glow shafting through the dead forests. nothing grows anywhere, anymore. it has all...

the morning glares and i feel shame choke me as i open my eyes from restless slumber. i have no hope i have no food and my soul is dying. i ...

acrid are the nights in the days of this extinction bitter are the ropes hanging from the gallows burdened with the innocent

toward the end gazing onto their steel, dead eyes with aversion and finality in unremitting seconds with a whispering flutter of a finger th...

on these days overawed blankness digs itself in there is not much but consternation and memories running a river overwhelmed by rain and tea...

grope through darkness, unending the needles of every minute bury themselves in every square inch tissue turns black sliding in deeper, furt...

docile is the day and my heart beats slow but loud with each thunderous clap it promises to abscond from my chest, past the ribs into the sa...

fever of panic incinerating what is left of my brain the bewildering cruelty is not so easily understood to stand in the storm is foolishnes...

our broken hearts cannot soar beneath the weight of the red moon because the nights are now so long and brutal and we are our only true ene...

the ropes cut my hands to the quick and the flesh of my arms to ribbons. the precarious stilts of my legs wobble, split and snap beneath my ...

tour the lumbering hulks of what used to be and what might have been. notice the chill emanating into the drizzling ether of your spine from...

out there the wind turns the rain into razors cold and slick and unrelenting it will freeze car doors and turn the asphalt to glass no punch...

it has been clutching at the heart for days now. the temperatures of the day and the clouded shuddering sky bring everything back. there is ...

the days grow more insane as i cannot control what it is that i am turning into. another day ends up in frustrated procrastination no hope a...

it all began with the exquisite extinction of great and plodding beasts. ebbing through years immemorial the sands shifted and grasses grew,...