Category: Poetry

  • Apocalypse so loud in my earsStealing sleep from my eyesFollow a fan blade around until you get sleepyAll I get is dizzyAnd none of it stops the end of the world from keeping me awake-rjm

  • You come to bed and when you reach for me,hands eager and fingers searching for substance,a spark leaps between your skin and mineA loud snap and we yelprubbing our stinging fleshyour finger, the back of my arm-rjm