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Friday, June 1, 2012

In the Coldness


Holding your sweet scent, the blankets warm me as I wrap myself in thoughts of you.

The Telegram


DEAREST HAMLET STOP NUNNERY IS ALL YOU SAID IT WOULD BE STOP HAVING A SMASHING TIME STOP GOING FOR SWIM AFTER TEA STOP LOVE OPHELIA

The Tumbleweed’s Lament


Cold eyes. Guns at the ready. Bell in the tower chimes. Heaven. Hell. Collide.

Over the Garden Wall


In the garden of Spring's eternal youth, light kisses take flight. A soft butterfly flitting from my lips to yours.

Domestic Bliss


Ripping the searing iron away from his face she hisses, "Next time lift the seat!”

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Canonized by Smith & Wesson


Bible remains in the grip of your tainted hands. Your spirit leaves your body through the open wounds. The chalk around your body begins to glow like a halo.