Ripped off, traces under the blood Paper cut, pencils drawing a disorganized metaphor of life Nail bites, tension, drums, a palace for the anxious types Trains off the railways, crickets going as loud as they can Summer rain with floods leaving craters in soft lands Doors and chains, vintage smells, and museum stairways The unconscious […]

I am not me But barren land I am not a creation of my own wishes and desires. I am a slave of projections and other people‚Äôs castles I am a forest in the dark where people freeze in fear, while animals run free I am not me I am jasmine covered in plant fleas, […]