Starved Soul

it was like a pig in trash wearing ashes of a cigarette with the smell of urine; insects eating the ash because there’s no skin. it was starvation till bones and until, eating bowls were under the eyes. there were no words or stars, it Read More …

Don’t fall in love with me

I will take you to the meadows and let you feel the nature’s wave wash over you, while the sun shines not too bright and the sky is just the right color of grey. You will learn to fall in love with silent libraries, spiral Read More …

Wilderness

“Fucktard! You hard tonight? Yea come over, bitch! I’ll have the drinks ready And I’ll have myself for you” Should we be these animals biting into each other’s bodies; ripping out cavities off our withering conscience and quenching thirst with the last drops of passion Read More …