They Lost TooHitler smiled; men stood, dying quietly.
FeraFeraLook what evolutionhas done to my bonesI can't hear your screamsbut I know they are thereYou sharpen your claws on stoneI sharpen mine on historybecause it hurts moreDesperate microscopicpinpricks of relativitybreak themselves on the floorwishing an Isaac or an Albertwould discover themI spent too much time changing zeroesinto ones, and then back againand there isn't enough time leftto figure out whyI watched restless feral feragather wood and dust and sunfur and feather slick with time and sweatwith this, they made their own bibleI hide under palisades and mesas that used to be blue(I cant re
Bad HabitBad HabitI sat and watched from a damp corner, gripping the fraying threadbare carpet for a solace that never really was there. My parents screamed like wild animals, hurtling and wheeling and screeching; she was a bird of paradise contorted viciously, he was a reeling snake, warm and slick in moon rays and scales. The wind laughed through gritted teeth and broken screen doors that whistled and never shut properly and I bit my lip until I could taste the blood on my tongue.Bang. Bang.I could almost hear the faint quivering of erratic mice in the walls; gnawing away at relativity and laughing bitterly at inertia. I sat still as she fell