July 2011
43 posts
Cut me open and take these words out of my chest
Relieve me of this burden
Give it to someone where it’s all new
Where the pain is invigorating, and the waiting is foreplay
Let the muse crawl delicately from the nothing. Breathe her in. Let her take you, completely, slowly, as she slides patiently down your arm to the hand that perfects beauty.
I need a man who thrives with the heel of my...
My ghost carries a paint brush
“I admire you…you make want to work and fuck and smile and fear and most of all…you make me want to explore things about myself that I’ve been avoiding for most my young adult life…you are truly a muse beyond anything I’ve laid eyes on before…a Siren so loud that I can’t ignore your song…lead me to ship wreck Gala…and out of the torn flesh & broken bones…I will create objects in our likeness...
