poetry

Red Ring

Snapping the cider can
rings the fondness

self-resolution

You stand in the mirror, supermodel posing, as I watch from the bed.

diffusion

In every song, cancer sounds the same:

hello demons

how does one greet the things that go bump in the night?

Mariah

There must be a kind of opposition to this already.

Burnout

unyielding fire forges a charred complexion.

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