I WRITE SHIT SOMETIMES. YOU CAN READ IT HERE. I GUESS, IF THAT’S SOMETHING YOU WANT TO DO. SOMETIMES.
ARE YOU CURIOUS? WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW? IT’S ALL DISAPPOINTINGLY SIMPLE. I AM A MEAT SACK FULL OF EMOTIONS. SO I WRITE SHIT. ESSAYS, STORIES, IDEK. YOU TELL ME, OKAY? I NEEDED A PLACE TO SELF PUBLISH TO SATISFY MY INTERNALIZED NARCISSISM AND MEDIOCRE VALIDATION. THESE WORDS ARE MINE. I AM GREEDY AND VENGFUL. I MOVE WITH THE FULL FORCE OF ALL MY ANCESTORS.
BURN
2024
I am beholden to none,
Save the dirt womb of the
Mother who bore me.
I will return to her when the Wolves howl my name.
Until then, I shall
BURN.
THE EATER
2024
There is a hunger that sits deep in the bottom of the soul. It waxes and wanes like its mistress the moon. Sometimes the hunger is wide and yawning, everything falls into it whole, and undigested. Other times the hunger is hidden, moving through time, a silent stalker, slipping through the day, wholly unnoticed. Noticed, unnoticed, screaming maw, or tightlipped prude, the hunger remains.
You were such a fucking intruder. No one asked you to be here. No one asked you to make a home here. Who invited you in and how could they be so stupid? To let you sit at our table. Make yourself wholesome and comfortable. Like you ever fucking belonged here? It's so dumb to be shown something so wonderful. Led us right into the bakery, sniffing all the cake. White powder on the snout. Pig pig. Get the fuck out.