What is love

What is love but the leftovers after the plates and dishes of the soul the scraps and spills and the dirty wine glasses lipsticked rims have been cleared away That, is love. What is love but the remains after the war and torn bodies have gone back to the earth and the machines are silent … Continue reading What is love

Writing Through

It's not pleasant, where I start. In fact I don't want to start because of the stench and the rot and the sameness of words left to die, mirrors everywhere and in them, my heart. I know everything there is to know about this room there are no more secrets there hasn't been for some … Continue reading Writing Through