IN THE CITY WHERE THEY PAVED THE ROADS WITH OUR TONGUES AND TEETH
There's a body In the body: the teeth of a piano Someone has stolen the rest of the piano If our body was stolen would you run from what stood in its place: ivory keys and claws and pinions and beak and talons and fangs snarling...
slutever: a found poem of her words
slutever no one on this earth understand none get me im one woof in a sea of experiential static use it. i often feel like the entirety of human experience could be expressed as a hodge-podge of electromagnetic energy charging...
The Real Deal
Botha, from a big scale, was a strip of spires and steel on the planet. A metropolitan band of concrete and plastic that went both ways for a hundred miles. This, coupled with how hard it was to find natural lands not owned by private firms that...
Bound Ch.11: A Network of Connections
Kyle woke on a padded operating table. Pain lanced his skull before he tried to grab it. His hands had been restrained. "Welcome, human," a voice, _Airok's_voice said. Standing over Kyle was Queen of Archay. Beside her stood a cobalt dragon. They...
Bound Ch.7: In the Ruins of All This Mess
02, Month of Cyrtesia, 256 A.S. Do not get me wrong, I am not against the idea of keeping a record of these sort of things. But it is strange to spend so much time in my thoughts after a year plus with Kyle. It was his idea to start doing this. He...
THE BODY AS ITS OWN HOSTAGE
My nerves the orchestra none hear. Freeways of fire make me try to gnaw hands to paste. The kitchen burn that melts and cooks my skin till juice beads along my arm is nothing. Skin sizzles, I don't feel it. I feel only talons that rake my ribs,...