witness in the woods

there’s a witness in the woods there’s a tyrant on the train there’s a king beneath the cave that’s holding everyone we think’s insane no weapons for the women no fuel for any fire no water, food, or shelter; those are figments of desire meanwhile blood is in the...

insides in

don’t they ever stop to ask
what lives inside the cracks?

space for the shape of you

there’s space for the shape of a book that I wrote

reality is amorphous

reality is amorphous;
slippery.

nobody can get a grip on it.

i know what she wants

i know what she wants.
she’ll do anything to hang on to it.