09/07/20

Subdued, I resolve:
I must savour you in morsels.

Failing,
I attempt to stem thin red tears
With the gentle graze
Of my serrated edge.

Twitter: a quick and shameless plea

If you enjoy my content, would you mind following me on Twitter?
But wait, there’s more– I would like to follow you too!

I’m still trying to understand how Twitter works.
Please let me know if you have any advice or recommendations.

We play words like puzzles

Mispelling our intentions in indirect dialects

Realising that there’s very little left to say

This is where I piss.
This is my small corner of the world that I stain yellow.
This is the reason I’m not allowed inside.

I’m sick of writing.
Words rise up in me;
Bitter bile that I’m compelled to expel in involuntary convulsions.
I shiver on the bathroom floor.