What an obscurity energy there’s no serenity A smile is what you’ll never see All you’ll hear is “In memory” Not a single ring on the telephone All you see

if you glance in the mirror and see horns growing from your pale, naked skin you’re going to have a bad day but there is no reason for fear or

Have you seen my doll? She has red hair, and a blue dress I sewed myself. They promised they would let her stay with me When they put me in

Sharp likeness cuts nyctophobic nerves.  The glass membrane consumes me whimpers from my cinched-guilt lips. She knows the murderer in my eyes, smells the corpses on my breath, and admires

When our fasts and prayers failed, when incenses burned out, when our tear ducts deteriorated from use, the blood of our children lining the earth in crimson braids, our husbands’