I sleep in a hearse 
With a red dress on
I promised I would 
Make love to you 
In my casket 
As they ride us both
Into a grave I dug
The night i met you 

  I make love
   To some wires
     Molded into a box
       The keyboard
         The only solid touch
           My fingertips feel
             On nights where
               I touch myself
                 To electronic poems
                   That come rampant |
                     Through my dms
                       I orgasm in
                         01001010
                            Through your camera
                              As a sunrise hikes up the sky
                                To meet my face
                                  In the shape of
                                    Artificial lighting
                                      My body displayed
                                        In 34% brightness
                                         Through a screen
                                           You make me yours
                                             Hitting the escape button
                                              As i feel it through my thighs
                                                I explode on ctrl
                                                 
                                                  Alt me
                                                    Then dlt me
                                                     
             
                             

I had never expected the monsters under my bed
      To be the monsters inside of my bed

Teach a man 
To love himself;
And you shall see
The Earth become 
A Garden again 

He told me the place had the smell
Of an old church; 
And perhaps that was his way of saying
I had sinned one too many times
To even begin to ask 
For forgiveness

I melt like goo at your feet when it gets too hot inside my skin, Mother.
Much like a house made of wax, I soften under your furnace palms,
I stick underneath your temple soles as my candle walls come undone,
An offering to the only deity that had the courage
To carry my soul into its own;
An exchange for some tranquility in a battle-ridden home, for I've been finding
Rubble stuck in-between
My hair for years now,
I told you, Mama, It hurts when I breathe, Awaiting for your solace arms
To hug the blue rivers out of me; I told you, Mama,
It hurts when i breathe,
But as i lay my weary eyes onto your every gasping breath
Much like my own,
I try to imitate the way you have moved your chest up and down
For what seems like eons now,




A puppeteers hands replace your own,
As you teach me the art of impersonation,
And how to turn my lungs into
Two hot air balloons,

And I sometimes sit
Late at night
Gazing out at a
Moon that came
Before us,
Wondering what will happen
If i ever decide to poke
two
or three
little holes
into my chest



Will all the air
Come swirling out;
Like the ground underneath
Your feet
The day I
Was born,

Maybe i'll tumble,
Like your love
Over the years
Or maybe I'll
Meet you in a place,
With a different heart
And stronger lungs,

Maybe then i'd have
The courage to forgive you

We are 
Humans
With hearts
Bigger than 
Our bodies,
And that
Is why
We suffer 

MY DEAR, I AM BESET WITH REGRET
AT YOUR FEET
I HUNGER 
FOR YOUR 
DEFEAT
ERADICATE MY LIMBS
WITH YOUR TONGUE
AS IF THEY WERE YOUR OWN
I DRIP 
WITH ECSTASY
EVERY TIME 
YOU SPEAK
FOR MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME NAUGHT OF
HOW TO EXIST
B
E
C
A
U
S
E
MY KNEES, THEY SHAKE
AGAINST YOUR HANDS

MY HEART, IT ACHES
AGAINST YOUR CHEST

MY BONES, THEY BREAK
AGAINST YOUR FINGERS

FOR YOU MARVELED AT
MY CALAMITY OF YOUR MAKING
AS SOMETHING SO PRISTINE
IT IS MY ONLY VALUE,
MY ONLY VIRTUE;

BUT DO NOT FAIL TO
REMEMBER
THAT TWAS MY LIMBS
THAT BORE YOU
INTO THIS
DISASTER,
AND SO
THEY CAN
ERASE
YOU
AGAIN

I tumbled into
The deepest corners
of my mind
To find God
With open hands;
Only to find myself
Staring into a mirror
Grasping
At
My 
Own
Palms 

I will make you believe
That I am lovely;
I will make you believe
That nectar drips
From my very pores
Onto your skin,
Like flowers blooming
Out from my face
On a hot Summers day;
I will make you believe
That I paint myself for you,
And not for me

I will make you believe
That my fingers
Are not matches,
Setting your skin
On fire
Every time 
Our bodies
Collide

I will make you believe
That I Am a mere
Vocal cord
Pulsating against your throat;
Changing the pitch
Of her name
Every time you
Make love 
To a body
That aches
To feel 
Like
Mine 
Against
Your 
Hands 



But i will make you believe
That I am also restless,
My dear,
I will make 
You too; 
You have known
I had been
Since my birth

How could you
Have had
The audacity
To expect 
Me to stay silent 
In the eye of 
The night?
I had never been taught
Of such hostile and
Restrictive 
Things,
For i grew up
Treading through
Eggshells
During an age
Where my body
Had chains
For hands
And my legs
Had splinters
From rubbing off
On the cross 
I've been carrying 
For years now
Onto my back

But now, 
As i feel a shift,
I howl
At the moon
With all my 
Clothes
Off