Ink Heist

22 (Feast of Lies) deception is a candle thatchokes itself out, relights,suffocates, relights,smothers, rekindles, untilit isn’t a candle at allanymore,not even adept imitation,merely ball of amorphouswax that can no longerreignite, no smoke […]

21 (Judas Supper) struggle in your skin,rage from your dungeon,dive into freedom,a flaming butterflyinto pellucid shallows liberation feels a lot likefear, tastes like doubt,swallows like lumpsof cold regret, raw asgobbets of pulsingflesh […]

20 (Lazarus in Flames) it smells like independence, sounds likedesperation, your one second of rage,deflected by the Lie, set free to focus ona path of regret, rush headlong into apainting of someone else’s […]

19 (Dirt & Lies) wake to a sleep in a garden of flesh,scent intertwined, loam, decay, the smellof smoke from bridges burned, the fetidmiasma of fallow fields left too longunturned, until even the […]

18 (I Am a Garden) I am the harvest,anathema to humanity,yet all it strives to poison itsgardens with,dreaming, I create you,in nightmare, destroy,waking, I sustainthe force that eats theparts you no longer haveneed […]

17 (White Rabbit) “One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you smallAnd the ones that mother gives you, don’t do anything at all”–Grace Slick (Jefferson Airplane), “White Rabbit” I wake up […]

16 (Loop) In the ragged stretch of time between theafter and before shots,in the bleak beyond the night wherethe Sandman waits,there’s no sleep for youuntil you find the brick that tripped you, […]

15 (Easter Egg Hunt) Time is a mad wheel, circling itself,and I am a twisting Trail, Smoke wafting downthe myriad paths of meI am the monster in my own fucking closet,I know […]