Wolves.
You threw me to the wolves chained up, offered me in hopes to find me a bloody mess on the floor, torn apart and enveloped in darkness...
I fell blind.
I was a writer and you fell in love with the core of my words not my body, not my mind and that is perhaps what made me look past your...
Show and tell
Oh, but the bars to her cage have timbers and they burn your touch, her heart was locked in acid spewing venom, wrapped in razor sharp...
I.
I form sentences in a way that are meant to touch some sentiment of sorts in people, to find solidarity in pain, anguish, love and I...
Undeserving of love
I examined you in bewilderment and disbelief, I longed to explain and accept your condition and I questioned: What must it be like to not...
Bodily desires.
My hands manufactured a desire to write as to inscribe the language in which my body scrivened into the winds as it was no longer capable...
Break them effortlessly.
You’ll break them effortlessly, you'll crave to vandalize them and amidst the ensemble of your batam dinky mental twister games, utopian...
Heartbeats.
Have you on any occasion felt a heartbeat which pulsates in some such way that it somehow embodies the features that capture the...
Sobriquet, mended.
Broken. My ascertain denotation by reason of my nature to scruple over affection, repress a kiss, not ever doubtlessly trust and my...
Ink and letters
Let me read your story. Let me sate your eyes and allow me to cauterize your scars with ink and letters, let me fill your heart with...