Whenever I feel happy again I fear it will end.

Left alone: the wolves, the wolves.



Cherry Blossom Trees and Ruby Red Knees

I wish I could swing between moments,

Glide through life’s rages, whisper ‘don’t hurt me’ to my lovers.

I would try to catch Moment’s harrowed beauty as I swung by,

Letting it twine through my fingers, watch it escape them like stray hairs moving with the wind.


I would let my sisters tell their story,

A second later, recall their last line.

I would listen to my parents –

Skip past their white silk lies.


But the thing I’d really wish for,

If I really swung through time,

Is that moment before sadness,

When the sun promises it’s shine.





the moon and the stars for you | Art by Albin Brunovsky

Leave me here to melt under the weight of your world.Albin Bulovsky

My hate will drip from mountains, my love from serpent’s skin,

All the while you’ll think about which heaven to lounge in.


The stars up there will trip into its death parallel,

Knowing that on earth is just the same as devils hell


So too you fall because you always chase the things you envy,

Don’t forget to take the silver flowers you once sent me


Down and down you’ll fall into the thickest clot in hell,

Up and up your dick will rise to serve the devil’s appetite, motherfucker.