“Experience has made a husband of my youth and I have divorced him, hindsight’s empowerment piercing a coward’s armour with blind flame, a sword sweating…”

“Emerging from my echo / chamber of insults breaking / protocol like bread, feast on / this introspection—asking / your Selves as you witness me / asking this (finally)…”

“Who invites an ostracism only to depart, / this worldweariness is a sickness / without remedy which appears when all else, for // us blood is but condensed…”

“Do not mourn, our ashes share a single / urn, fire when hidden more hotly burns, more / in common than being scorned, our fruit holds / a…”

“The plangent breath of an ideal’s / filth & decay permeates everything, / eats at the gas-lit streets & misted / paths of unrepentant back-alleys of // any nefarious sinner’s / oh-so-very…”