Forvirre

Taste this.

Who Knows?

This place slices me.

Asleep

If the world could see you as I do It would love you As only I can

Two of Those.

Pairs and pears.

The Kill

Chewing her neck I tasted the acidity of her morning's orange juice, It lingered in her throat.

scratches and falls

walking home I plucked a leaf from a neighbours hedge as my arm outstretched I noticed a scratch below my elbow a scratch on my elbow I did not know was there