"Never ascribe to malice, that which can be explained by incompetence."

~ Napoleon Bonapart

Good Catholic girl, she didn't mind the cleaning.
All of her household chores, at first, were small
And hardly labors one could find demeaning.
One's duty was one's refuge, after all.
( con't )

here alone
in a crowd of a thousand expresions
the familiar sound of
her most beautiful voice
can keep the night from falling
but the ashes forced her silence
when the world burned down around us
and the light and the noise
and the screams were deafening
it was then that i felt her leave me
it was then that night fell and smothered us all

i will.

"It is not just for a man to have what he takes from himself."
-Pier della Vigne, Dante's Inferno XIII

i would die for you
watch the blood drain down my wrists for you
smile as you fall from the sky
laugh as you make it look like i cried
you are warm to the touch
lacing my skin changing to smooth from rough
you are the rain
you are my bride
you are my love.

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he likes to read bedtime stories to his kids
while sitting on the side of the bed
and his wife is on the phone
hoping for some good news
but she already knows she's alone
and the doctors say he's got little time left
so she makes it the best
no more worries
no more tears down her chest
i'm almost home

loose fit swagger
knocked down watch my bones shatter
my ghost of a chance
watch indiginous rats gnaw on my flesh
does it turn you on?
make you hot enough for something more
we feast on cancer
bring up hell and cause disaster
rage hate deceit and lies
tonight i bring your lullabies
before i go
here's your wrapped up indigo bride

I like to breathe in as you breathe out
your exhalations my exaltations.
Encompassed by your arms,
my sleeping body fidgets to get closer.
To have every layer of my epidermis touching yours.