DP2 2/9

Religion

High-heeled boots fall heavy on matted grass The scent of decay wafting gently on the breeze The weeds bend and sway, the colour of glass...

Ghosts claim my wrinkled hands They twist and pop the bones I met them in forgotten lands Ghosts claim my wrinkled hands In the desert...

Little stars shine in the eyes of the dead girl Blood as red as fire dribbling down her chin The moon and the bay stutter, shutter, and...

I’m imagining Our life stuck in the middle Never going home I’m seeing the house Where our son and his children Play without the fear The...

Admirable and accusing Barely even standing Cunning little bitch Don’t you dare think you have me Effortlessly in your grasp Fuck your...

Homosexuality is a funny thing. The kind of funny that really means terrible. The way people say its funny that their sister is now...

He met me in the creeping dark The bow of his lips a graceful arc I found the flower in his kiss I found an awful kind of bliss He traced...

I hate the spring I hate the way it rings The way the flowers bloom And the fat bumble bees zoom I hate the way you wear tank tops And we...

Ghosts walk through the halls Sleeping we don't hear them call It takes just one touch Fire burns our skin Emanating from within Their...

She shines he says to me like she was dipped in gold and sprayed in sparkles blasted with sun rays blow dried with stars like God came...