Love is an artist-
Unveiling its masterpiece containing illustrious...

Hedonistic scorn pours out.
Brilliance isolates you...

He preaches moderation from
his gold-encrusted altar...

Like most of you;
Dumbfounded when asked to self reflect...

I clung to my melancholy as if he were my lover-
Each morning I would awaken him with...

The genocidal regard people in terms of abstract
categories rather than a person's distinct...

I feel like I was born into this.
I write therefore I am...

Time passes by like those nights spent staring at...
ceiling, wishing I could stop my heart from...

The walls seem thinner, loosening the hold of...
Emotionless paint surrounding all they see...

At seven, I was the girl in tattered sneakers
and worn-out jeans listening to records and...

I found a spot on your chest where my head fit...
I laid there listening to your beating heart...

Ragged, jagged cliffs of copulation,
stain brazen stretches of isolation...