My uneasy train of thought, written.

Just Do It

I’ve got blood on my shoes
puddles of consequences and
idle time not dealt with.
There’s no time for bruises
with stitches
and prescription
“fix me quick“‘s

Let my feet breathe
with calluses
to soak
and boast in saline.

Wilt art thou

I have an undying hunger that will never be fulfilled
and yet you drown me with flowers
without a single rose.
so the story goes,
they die and wilt
grow tired of the dry air
the edge,
it’s an uneasy life living in
my head
without your collar bones
to lean on. 

Acidic Cranium 
If I ask you to let me slip
into the nothingness
and the abyss..
don’t run your fingers through
my hair
never lock these lips.
the chest has spoken
too triumphant, and too proud,
I beg of you
to let me be,
let me miss everything. 

I am the edge of the moon and you are the beginning of the sun.

Pterocarpus Angolensis

Like bark on a tree
you pealed away from me
with ants crawling in and out
of your skin.
Your brain
was blooming and
exploding and
falling in love with
the dirt underneath.
Cut-off limbs were phantomly
swaying from side to side,
the sap was oozing,
to carry the wind with you
and heavy on my heart.

The winter takes all
of your petals and the fall
makes you weak.
The birds will use you
and sing so sweetly.
Heaven and hell
are not far from
what we call love.

“Loose Knives”

Insecurity has eaten these insides,
like a pool of rusted knifes.
Left with a blood bath
and spilled guts with too many loose ends.
As if worry can change the scenery,
or the dialogue. 
Pondering swam through a river and
ended in the ocean of
something we will never understand…
not in a breast stroke,
or doggy style. 
Not in this life. 

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“Cross Bones Style” coming soon to SuicideGirls!
Photography by Alissa Brunelli

http://www.youtube.com/embed/Wk0gBQ73svc

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