Month: October 2005

  • torture: part ii

    Torturero: Part II My cigarette smoke makesyour nostrils flare,distracting me from yournonchalance. I stare and wonder whyso much time was wastedtrying to be someoneI am not. Your words always pierced,your ears were always big;there was always something about youthat made me scared I started to resent allthat you seemed to be.Was it because Istopped worshipping…

  • [untitled]

    I will believe the lieshanging on your lipsas you brush themacross my skin. Don’t let me wake upfrom this happy ending.Sing me a fairy taleto help me forget.