Dance into the starlight
where the sun shines in reverse.
Swallowed is the city
built in muffled heartburns.
For too long now,
I have lived inside this chest.
The perfect paradise of perma-smiles
and perpetual shotguns, firing
on repeat,
caressing these aching bones to sleep.
—inside the snowglobe
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Pen and Paper: Poetry & Prose (2020)
PoetryWords are bullets. Readers are targets. Come all, the loud and the silent! Dive into this merriment. Hi there! This is my collection of poetry & prose divided into three parts: When she hurts When she heals ...
