A Place Called Brimstone
I saw strange things through my journey to get here. I went through mysterious places of twisted trees and smoke-filled flowers. ...
Arnold Still Waits
The boy in Venezuela, wiser than his years, learning to draw from the twisted skulls of his father’s tattoo parlor. His hope burns...
Rapacious
I want to write ‘this is mine’ in your skin. Stain it purple and red so it stands out. Sign it with the indentations of canines and...
Predatory
You’re like the creeping frost that outlines my windows; Beautiful, tenuous, and undoubtedly cold. Statuesque limbs and broad shoulders,...
