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Broken Stitches

I made love to the dark demon He was oozing dark smoke And his face prettier than the face of the sunrise Slowly I chopped of my hands Fingers, palms, I chopped them into small pieces I allowed him to drink all of me Who I am He lay on my chest as he listened… Continue reading Broken Stitches


PCH Cruising

I remember when I was so afraid, Afraid of this darkness that now consumes me I pictured the cage, the rails, the eyes that pierced from the blackness Now I fit in here in this dungeon I'm friends with my demons We tell each other stories, Laugh at each others jokes They pull strings as… Continue reading PCH Cruising