Gloomiferous Pooms

king of hearts, heartbroken lover, where shall i find you next? laid out and stretched flat waiting for the next train to mark you...

(Nyx to Erebus) Let her think me wicked and keep me like an Enemy, closer than comfort. Strife will stir without my hand, & in truth, I...

dead dust bunnies, dead dust bunnies, dead bunnies by the dozen. oh stomp 'em and chomp 'em and throw 'em in the oven. they little...

What I was told about gratitude is to say 'thank you' for gifts and graciousness, to be sure to let others know how you appreciate their...

Even your metaphor is never still, never stable. One day, you are the cat, all claws & contention &, every now and again, slumber under...

I would not call it friend, this fear that knows me so well. It addresses me with unsettling intimacy, calls me by names which no one...

i no longer feel my heart beating in my own chest-- my ribs have been abandoned for your ribs, my skin left looking for the unseen seam...

The hummingbird only looks fragile after it's fallen, after it's flown into the window and broken its neck, after its wings've stopped...

Skin hard, opaque, the world always at a distance, you give so little away. Not to be kissed or bitten, that exterior, though touched:...

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. My imaginary friend imaginary broke-up with...

I know the place where the world falls away, where the pavement is cracked and jagged and the green ocean stretches so far into the...

Gray clings, gritty, to tongue, teeth, gums; sticks like paste, like hunger, like emptiness given filmy form, absent of substance. Yet...

Accepting the burden of work, I was gifted riddles and room to relocate the stars, a new home founded. My trembling reflected in his...

I did not begin as a caterpillar. I've never known how to be a small thing, how to creep and feed and patiently work toward...

We've always slept on different continents, a black ocean between us. I remember when I could reach across that dark water, when I could...

Innocence Purity Fragile Protected Hope Crushed under the foot of He, who does not care He, who leaves scars behind He, who walks on He,...

Some stories are set in stone, their endings never to be righted, carved in ice and in copper grown. I walked through gardens, not alone,...

You still follow me on pinterest, one last overlooked thread connecting us. Sort of. Tenuous, at best. I sometimes find myself expecting...

I woke at the mouth of crystal-rimmed caverns, residue caking my fingers, clumped under nails. It had slipped so slick and transient over...

From where I stand I can see the way it flows and curves hugging the banks on either side rumbles over rocks and boulders into a foamy...