Lips cannot
touch liquid forgiveness...

Antibodies group as my third eye,
the second grave...

Veins are inkpots,
writers do not write, they bleed across the...

Analyzing anemic agony
fading; painlessly...

Antagonism towards quotidian eyes intumesces with...
behind denials of monochrome imperia...

When our pupils are parallel
they emit eclipses, and echo twilights...

Gods smell on death,
gods smell on death...

On a tea party of the ghosts
the moon separates trees on two...

Sound unscrews spine of the universe.
I ran after her while she was crying...

Everybody run here,
hyacinths are overgrown with blades...

Crucified across the skies which shape-shift
she whispered eclipses to cloned reality...

Injustice takes a photo of the world,
unfolding pictures of her sadistic children...