I want my truths to spill
into your lips
Like my kisses
My truths are sweet
with you.
-
As we speak
I am falling to sleep
Sick of your noise
The silence in the pause.
-
My murder ballads are so soft
that you can't feel
their stabbing,
Sweet homicide.
I made them from wire-brushes
I sung them murder lullabies,
I was long dead by then.
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Bird Girl
Oceans
Sand Bird
Feeding Time
She Drifts, She Drowns
. s h o r t s t o r i e s .
Mistress of Dance
My Friend Death
Immitation Heartbeats
Rae
Mother Moon
Vampire
Boats
Lavender
Secret Chaos
Bones
Carousel Oblivion
My Dark Ritual
Wonder Sleep
King of The Road
Moth
Ode To Slipknot
. t h e p o o r g i r l & t h e p i a n o .
The Poem
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
. b e g i n n i n g s .
Honeysuckle & Cinnamon
Ocean Sky
Endless Dark
. f a n f i c t i o n .
Velvet Angel
Memoires of a Crone
Street Car - Transformation
. f r a g m e n t s .
Fragments 2004 - Part I
Fragments 2005 - Part I
Fragments 2005 - Part II
1 0 0 t h e m e s
. l o v e d .
. i ' m t h e m o d .
. j o i n e d .
. w a t c h e d .
my spaz.
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