sleepy archives


eating brown sugar and crazypretty grinning
and blood running down and happy songs
and what possessed you to do that to your
self. brown eyes gone gold in honeylight
thick with insects, careful shut the door or
you’ll let them in. this is the place you
want so much / it’s here now.

i can’t decide what’s scarier,
the motion or the stillness
the sound or the silence
the thing or the lack
of it.

damned by the shade
day soothes itself away
in heartdark pulses