Writings

Sore throat

Teeth clenched
Mouth shut
Tight lips
Humid mouth
Pressed tongue

I breathe through my nose
I watch my stomach rise and then fall

Sharp teeth
Mouth-pout
Glued lips
Mouth pool
Tongue games

I swallow the swelling warm foam
I sense boiling daggers digging down my:

Sore throat

2015

Life without TV

I have a lover
Who doesn’t know
He doesn’t know

I have a lover
That I don’t see
Well, rarely so

I have a lover
His child-like face
Makes my mind go wild

I’m in love
With the mirage
Of his image
I’m in awe of
And just can’t take
My eyes off of

It’s unbelievable
How superficial
This love is

Yet he makes me smile
So vividly
So deep within me

I search for him days
Delirious at his freckles
I search for him nights
Electrified by my thoughts

I long for him
While he longs for a life
I’m not a part of

2016

Past Midnight

It’s past bed time
Every inch of me is complaning
Yet there is a switch that’s left on

Extending that moment
Of upcoming pleasure

Mustering excuse after excuse
To see the night through

It’s past bed time
There’s nothing now left to do

The day has gone,
The night has come