gravity owns you

The air never fills my lungs completely, most of the time I'm heaving through a hand sewn smile. No one has to know—look through me. Long before this vessel was even made, something was already broken. Wires wouldn't know to embrace each other, parts couldn't fit together, and to this day, cannot move freely—They cannot …

Flowers & tentacles

I haven't written for this blog in quite a long while, although I have been chipping away at a few drafts; slowly, painfully. The mould and rot will lead the way was the last post I published, and it seems that I did manage to follow the path of mouldy patches to reunite with the …