Last night you told me how alive your fists felt when they crashed against her skin. How her muffled screams sounded like auctioned prayers to you, and how you felt like a god. Today I sit in the middle of my messed up mind, trying to organise the mess of clothes and underwear scattered in…

Prodigal

I’m sad about a lot of things right now. Empty and unsure. Anticipating the next phase of this darkness. This tangible self-harming madness that has been playing in my mind for the past 24 hours. Yesterday I was scared. Almost terrified. I tried to hide in myself but I had too many places to be…