At Least

she messaged me for awhile but i guess she lost interest in me a sharp pain explodes in my chest however briefly replaced soon with numbness i don’t know if it’s more of shame or disappointment of bleeding heart or bruised ego wounded pride turns to cool indifference and the heat in my cheeks fades…

Filthy God – A Hybrid Cento

she didn’t have time to suffer, or even to grieve, each time he’d thrust his organ deeply into her, her face had distorted. each time he did so, the squeals turned to something like sobs. the small hole in the pink that peeked out between the lips of her vagina would remain open at those…

Flesh and Desire – A Cento

dear doll made soft fleshy marionette in the window, dancing don’t display what people desire recognize beauty and ugliness is born let thy actions then be pure, free from the bonds of desire. – thy birth was after the birth of the sun: the birth of the sun was before thine. my darling, my darkening…

Living Hell

circling the drain caught in the loop of a vicious cycle drowning in a stream of filth sullied by an unyielding torrent – she drinks in a living room alone in fraying pajama pants t-shirts too big on her bony frame wiry hair she washes only when she manages to drag herself out nursing the…