…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, […]

I am your Guru…you a whore, arching,your mouth my cock’s bed as my tongue takes laps between your thighs,dancing on your labia of bitter cyanidea requiem, prayer of ecstacydrawing blood, because…death never felt so goodclawing at my back

…rogue of the quill between the ink and the bonehaunting minuet on your cunt waltzing the marrowto your heart as the quill opens your labia majoraand I the architect rewriting and building the inkwell’scrypt, becoming the knot on your throat