poetry



rot


i do not speak.
i do not kneel.
i do not burn with them.
their gods pass through me.
their songs rot in my mouth.
i am nothing here
and nothing waits for me.



the time is near


the sky opens up, the time is near,
one final breath, and then i'll disappear



love


there's no denying
what i feel for you.
if i tried to explain it,
it would take a thousand words.
my soul is tangled in yours.
i feel you in everything.
when i look at myself,
i see you.



2/24/26


if you stay here long enough,
you might hear it too
the hum beneath your ribs,
the soft insistence of something sacred
refusing to die