the coldweight feel of a girl perched expectantly on shadows. that flatlick face of a dreamsmear. gowned in the sag of her beerbottle crown. wearing her skin like a sourdress. she stomped beneath the treelimbs. madlathered and croaking the sprayed blackhoney of an elaborate symphony. looking for the rawsmooth lust of a classic handsome. (a ( Read more... )

she shrugged her shoulders sharply into the light. cracking the cakes of december over her toes. her solebones more apt to shovel at the bottom of her stomach like a cold wet dog. dying of being in heat ( Read more... )

screaming through the underpinnings of summer. i watched her on slivered heels ( Read more... )

clutching at the rinds of her misplaced love. she choked it into shotgundust.

and sneered.

"do it again."

so close to his ear he felt the break of the ocean.

she rummaged through her body. an overgrown garden of electrified bones. and found her love sifted down between her heartpops. beating her conscious to ribbons.

she was the kind of girl that could break your face with her heart.

she loved him.

but when he was gone.

she'd find more love.

looking up the skirts of the thunderstorms.

the swelled clipping of a girl from the autopsy photos. smelling warm and swollen in her fresh tattoos. her belly so empty of food and baby that she’d smashed the windshield of that big broken beautiful car that he’d drive her around in for hours and fuck her for days in the seats thereof for sustenance. seven years taller and spitting centuries ( Read more... )

the horizonline of a generation bent over the palms of nervousbreakdowns. videorecordings ( Read more... )

conscious. 139 pounds and gaining. gluttonous and wilting overbones ( Read more... )

walking fitfully. with her head pressed up against the heel of the sky. (there was no room for giants anymore.) the clouds split open like a cadavar's chest. to let the sticky sunlight spill down. splashing shadows across her crooked pretty face. but only pretty on concept. habit. three nights without sleep left you wondering. how long can she walk ( Read more... )

she tore her fingers on the asphalt ( Read more... )