One More Heart
He thought he was special. But on her table there were already traces of other men, other vows, other hearts.
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Man-Eater
She does not break hearts. That would be too easy. She opens them. Tastes them. Keeps what becomes addictive.
Give Me Back My Heart
He gave her his heart. She did not take it for love. She took it to see how much power was still beating inside.
Chicken Soup
But what grows must leave. What grows wings no longer belongs to the hand that keeps it warm.
The Old Doll
The old doll knows no fear, it feels nothing, it loves nothing, it is safe, and that is why she still carries it
The Stolen Heart
She lifts her gaze - her eyes now blaze, two icy stars in endless night. She gives it back, in mournful daze: my heart - it cracks, has l...
Vulva - a poetic Manifest
They wanted to possess her and called it love. They wanted to dominate her and called it protection. They wanted to destroy her and calle...
The Cloud Upon Her Brow
Upon a chair of solemn wood, She sat - as only madness could - In garments torn by Time’s decree, Betwixt the womb and mockery.
The Ballad of the Wound of Love
She sat in dusk, in silent gloom, her gaze as hard as stone.
A bleeding heart, a crimson plume, was fastened to her bone.
The Fairytale of Shining Lies
Meet Ken and Barbie. They’re totally trendy, ultra aesthetic, the perfect couple in every feed. She wears Prada, he drives a Maserati. Th...
