Perhaps someday
we'll remember...

My best art comes from the psychoanalysis of...
My muse is lit by the fire of internal wreckage...

Poetry is art for the insane.
A minor keyed melody...

Rest in peace,
your blood on the street...

I am pretty.
By most conventional understanding, that’s me...

If I was young,
know my body was so tired...

She wants to sleep in bed with him,
and smack him in his face with a train set...

I don't know how to adjust
to the barcode erased from my body...

A dull metal blade
in between my chest bones...

Why did you do this.
You. Took. Everything. From. Me...

Saddened eyes,
cigarette...

I wasn’t told that your kids
make you wanna throw yourself in a river with...