in a dark, dingy room
full of worthless saints
a stutter composed of ruins
lust in plain sight
views of san fransisco
on a laptop in a void
a wish of nothing more
than a dream to seek
tongues meeting
over a virtual beacon
screams of anguish
for no skin meets
lost in a trap
to find a new god
a personal best
made of ends
digital sex
fucks me best
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
if not human
Poesiathe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark