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Poetry


Survival and Desire
Rain claws down the windows, its rhythm a litany of hunger, and the candles spit smoke as though choking on the weight of their own...

Rotten Dog
Sep 5


There is Nothing You could've done
There is nothing you could've done to change what they did to you. Read that again. Read it until your throat closes on the guilt that...

Rotten Dog
Jun 22


Still a rotten dog
I love you like a rotten dog. Like something half-dead and howling beneath the porch, matted fur, ribs sharp enough to cut God, eyes...

Rotten Dog
May 23


ophelia and hamlet
we both taste like the grief of growing. your family crumbles and you crumble with it. i pick flowers and i miss you. i'll never kiss you...

Rotten Dog
Apr 23


nothing but regret
I confess I thought of running away those nights when I asked a crowd want to come with me tonight? on a quest for another world where...

Rotten Dog
Apr 1


Don't speak of us
But don't speak of gardens. Don't speak of the moon. Don't speak of roses or the sea. Speak of what you know. Speak of the thing that...

Rotten Dog
Mar 23


unspoken adoration
my pen leaks your name in ways my mouth cannot prayer on the canvas question to the masses they know you as my fleeting muse words...

Rotten Dog
Feb 25


My skin is yours to feed
Don't tear my name like old white cotton sheets Don't blame my name like broken porcelain embellishment Don't rip my lips to feel cherry...

Rotten Dog
Jan 30


Shovels for Hands
I come undone at the sight of the warm sun, but I fear I must go back inside to something familiar. I have shovels for hands, digging...

Rotten Dog
Jan 28


You and me together forever
When I love something I will gorge it and store it in my innards and it will decompose and rot inside of me and poison me from the inside...

Rotten Dog
Jan 28


Dead Birds relent
I'm still hidden from you, still obscured by a deathly hue. Every night I pray for forgiveness, Forgive me for the sins I have committed,...

Rotten Dog
Jan 27


Coffee, poetry and lies
Black was the colour of my hair the day you asked my name Turning twenty-two, running on coffee and poetry Bought the lies until what's...

Rotten Dog
Jan 26


The place that birthed you
This is the house that built me and I'm going to burn it down This is the river I crawled from and I refuse to drown here And bless the...

Rotten Dog
Jan 25


a god's shoddy workmanship
Once again, I find myself sickened and distraught drowning in oceans of impurity suffocating amidst sheets of self-destruction. A...

Rotten Dog
Jan 25


Choking on Cotton balls
One day I will stop all this yearning, but for now it is everywhere. I don't know what to do with old love so I stuff it in my mouth...

Rotten Dog
Jan 25
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