My morals are relative.....

The blood that courses through these veins holds stock and reserve for times of famine. I'm prepared now. My hands shake but my heart keeps well inside its marrow cage; plunged in darkness and subservient to rythym. Your whispered love affair strains my ears and pinches me awake from dreams in which I'm falling...alone, awake with my eyes open and fists closed. This flood of senses is enough to kill a girl, to stain a soul. I knocked on God's door and He told me that nothing was as promised. I listened and He spilled reasons and purpose like nails from his teeth. All that was dreamt of was lost, and He could offer no more. He did not ask forgiveness.

Only the blackest of souls belong where I have tread. Over pools of endless depth and charred black oceans. Under skies that never sleep. Beside thieves and lovers, poison and pleasure; where plaster molds of exhaled breath weigh me down into the mud. It is here I look for you, where you promised you'd be. I wait to be pulled from this skeletal anchor, my limbs free to dance without flesh.





"A choice of position."
-moi