Murder Charades

I am a gentle creature. In truth I squirm at blood, real bones, I will help a dragonfly on the sidewalk out of the path of danger. But we might be in a violent mood today, Violent like comic sans’ chaos. Violent like antonyms, perfect rhymes. Come die at the curse of a mage, GoContinue reading “Murder Charades”

Can you hear the violence?

Yes, I stole this line from a Lorde song. No, this poem has nothing to do with “The Louvre.” — thunder bones by midnight, I can be a cannon too; however tired and styrofoamed in silence I sit, my ribs beat for violence. I can wake the sleeping suburbs with my scream rip up theirContinue reading “Can you hear the violence?”

Catharsis in the Violence

Catharsis in the violence, Or solace, I guess. Like, my heart’s breaking But it’s vaguely okay Because the world’s breaking too. — And I know, it’s terrible of me To relate to strangers fleeing for their lives, It’s terrible of me To take solace In sickness, destruction From the ease of my laptop screen, ButContinue reading “Catharsis in the Violence”