Erika L. Sánchez
Admit it-
you wanted the end
with a serpentine
greed. How to negotiate
that strangling
mist, the fibrous
whisper?
To cease to exist
and to die
are two different things entirely.
But you knew this,
didn’t you
Erika L. Sánchez
Admit it-
you wanted the end
with a serpentine
greed. How to negotiate
that strangling
mist, the fibrous
whisper?
To cease to exist
and to die
are two different things entirely.
But you knew this,
didn’t you
John Freeman
Here, again, grief fashioned in its cruelest translation:
my imagined you is all I have of you.
Catfish and the Bottlemen
The Balance
and trust me
when gotten right
we’re tenfold
to that same old
plain routine from night to night
and trust me
it feels like
an uproar
in encore
when you ask of me to walk that line