Though inaudible, I will
hear you― clear and distinct,
offering to be understood.
Destigmatizing the ghost of truth
...
Why were you collecting the
people all around?
Unsure of yourself on the
ambiguity of an inquest?
...
In starless night to-
think of you, watching the
moon dying away.
...
Uncovering your breasts
and waist,
you become half-eaten.
...
The red cherries.
You ask me to taste also
the acidic lips.
...
On marbled lids we
stretch our arms to collect
the frozen tears.
...
The lesion was
spreading. From
inside, I hear the wails.
...
How age slips away
from your hands?
How deep you will
go in the cavernous
...
Superstorm
outside. Inside a deep
ocean, thoughtless.
...
After an aggressive
kiss of life, a very restless
soul, trapped in the stale body,
wants to escape.
...