Disappearance is never quite as simple as
a one line poem...

I remember you, as though you
were the biggest sin bound to my surface...

There’s an ending coming.
I can feel it...

We try to run from our own fatality of which
eclipses us in that same...

You stood there, at the summit of my
merciless memory...

I am hyperventilating again.
The wind is roaring at my window shutter mimicking...

This is a dream again.
I rest my egg shell confidence on someone else’s...

If I were to look here, read between the lines of...
white lie scars, tell me...

There is such stubborn longing for destruction,
Within the folds of a human heart that I cease to...

First make them keen to see a beginning.
Stitch for them the seams of an untouched...

Your past haunts me like a ghost haunting a...
I am twenty million houses all with screams...

Lukewarm water pools around my once stuttering...
unhesitatingly, with all the grace of spilled wine...