Layered psychoses swelter her brow, helter-skelter sans clemency of a breath; nested neuroses bombastically loud, she’s a madness of matryoshka dolls; infinity mirrors of dwindling sanity, bearing distant truths of her diminishing self; the taunting homunculi with unreal expectations, synchronize chides for Platonic perfection; this ephemeral Form of unattainable need, is found unapologetic in theContinue reading “Doll”


She’s the fade of the smile when they turn away She’s the burn in the red, puffy eyes She’s the space between heartbeats Not living nor dead She’s the pause at the end of the sighs She’s the track that remains from the path of a tear She’s the nod to the voices unheard She’sContinue reading “Caged”