I hunt the vile, the shadow of your thighs, but it’s only in your soul my spirit breeds, craving the dark to leave my mark…My little mouse. My beautiful queen on the checkerboardsquare, as i crawl through space between…with every breath I take : on

Whisper me lulabye as I bleed through blackened hymns gathering at the river arching my back and you answer with tongue from down in your tote peeling the petals of my flesh, spiting seeds for the pagan’s rosary, fucking all that is holy in the name of Sodom and Gomorrah, on Route 666, by passing […]

…unquenchable insomnia, giving in to my obsessionof sweet Vermouth, between security and debaucherymy cunt chapped from torment and mercy as the winds howl like an Evinrudeand my hips begging for salvationwhile your semen drips down my thighsupsetting the rimming of the holy ghost as your togue sips the Vermouth

Mother Superior, Sister Annachelle’s fingers trembled against the rosary beads as she knelt in the confessional, though not from piety. Shoving the devil’s horn, anatomically correct dildo, in her freshy mown cunt. Outside, the cicadas screamed their endless refrain, drowning out the whisper of her prayer, not to God, but to something older, hungrier, on […]

In my American southern Gothic portmanteau, i am uninhibited, when it comes to the opposite sex. Not surviving on pornography alone. Listening to voices in my head. My ink becoming my mind’s apothecary, fantasizing debauchery with ex my mother-in-law, Annachelle, as my insanity reaches a boiling point…between her and sweet ice tea. Suffocating in humidity, […]