IX: Scrawl
WHETHER IN HARMONY — OR OUT OF BALANCE — ALL THINGS ARE CONNECTED.… Read More IX: Scrawl
WHETHER IN HARMONY — OR OUT OF BALANCE — ALL THINGS ARE CONNECTED.… Read More IX: Scrawl
You’re not real.
You were never real.
And you will never be real.… Read More X: Moral Hate Circus (Final)
Your teeth puncture the skin of my hand but I don’t dare stop. I smile because blood means my work is good.… Read More IX: Moral Hate Circus
Your shoulders are taut, up by your jawline which is soft and smooth and I look at it now. The moon makes it silver through leaves which hang on trees as they watch me.… Read More VIII: Moral Hate Circus
I: Moral Hate Circus II: Moral Hate Circus III: Moral Hate Circus IV: Moral Hate Circus V: Moral Hate Circus VI: Moral Hate Circus Nothing. Nothing! Caelan’s voice remains steady but I hear screaming and his mouth is not open enough and his accent is gone and I cannot understand. It is not my screaming I know it… Read More VII: Moral Hate Circus
-Open your damn mouth, Screamer, and tell them. Make sure they hear it, too.… Read More VI: Moral Hate Circus
I don’t want to hate you, but I find myself doing so.… Read More IV: Can I Make It Snow on the Inside of My Heart?
This is my Moral Hate Circus. We hate with reason, hate with compassion, hate with conviction. Do you hate? Stupid question. Everyone hates. Who do you hate? What do you hate? What do you loathe beyond the point you ever thought you could loathe something? Hate enough to kill, set, destroy? Lock on, target. Point.… Read More I: Moral Hate Circus