It slithered the strobe lit path
and sprayed the feculent flowers
that swayed to senseless beats.
Bees buzzed
and carried the nectar
to pollinate tumours,
ravenous for whispered words of wretched weather.
Insatiable blood bubbled from babbled intoxication
and burned holes into vandalised veins,
ravished by ridicule
that riddled the heart.
Whispers from the Fire: More Poems that Burn with Truth…
Beaten and Broken
wrapped me in snug warm wool
Blood Burning
queens snorted and screamed
Heterovert
your slur—my ceaseless derogation
Whispers from the Flame: More Poems of Recovery and Relapse…
No whispers found.
Whispers in Pieces: More Experimental Poems to Decode…
No whispers found.