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They throw us to the wolves before we even gasp Our first breath.   Carnage straight from the womb a feast of supple fat   They use honey to suckle on our pride   well, my Dear, this bosom has been milked dry.

A Warning to Lovers

a secret meeting gone awry a supposed cold room turned to a boil she was filled to the brim with bile 

Ad Hoc Decay-Part 2

Like the smile of an addict browning since puberty yellowed by the wear Of service as an accessory,

I hate the sound of my voice

I hate the sound of my voice. Those inaudible contractions, anchored in the wet depth The fracture of bone.