You come to me atduskwith the faces of oldlovers tattooed on yourbreasts.You say they don’t mean athing,and then likeAriadneyou hand me a ball ofcrimson threadso I canescape from the mazes inside.I don’t trust those shards ofglassyou use for eyesor those lips cracked and bloody you make yourpromiseswith. As you sing me tosleep,my head on yourlap like a bird’segg,I feel yourhandsgrowing into a cagearound me,and I am afraid...

When black clouds swarm around meand reach down deep inside,I push away the darknessand huddle close and hide.I tremble with the terrorthat has me in its frame,the dead tide sweeps across me asa darkness and a flame. I drown beneath those waters,I choke on that dead air;the fire creeps up my bodyfrom my feet up to my hair.As demons eat my entrailsand goblins burn my skin,I knock at Satan’s foetid doorbut he won’t let me i...

I stood on the bridge;the hand in my pocket holding thewatch you gave me before you died.it sat there alone in its perspiringwomb. the dark was more thannight; it squeezed through mypores. the glass grinned sheepishly, like a drunken mourner, and the numbersfell about likehailstones; but it was the hands that lifted an Accusing finger. as I looked down, a darker Me thanI looked up,and made me see that it wasIwho had empti...

She sits alone in the turgiddarkness, her swollen breastsfull as a gourd, empty assin; missing his boneless gums. She weeps, but no tearscome; she is dry as tumble-weed. Herbelly opens like a Venus fly-trap tocapture one of those wrinkled little bodies, but there is no goingback. The darkness has takenhim.The mirror throws back a cowering dwarf, leering and grim. Her face peekstimidly from behind hishump. She can think of...

Her face barely above the waterThe dead girl floated like a poisoned fish.Her eyes, which had given up beingHuman, were locked like a safe. Her tentacled and deliberate hairGesticulated with silent slow-motion Hopelessness, as though she wantedTo tell her tale, but the numbness ofDeath prevented her. Silence was the only noise she made. The sun prickled the surface with itsVotive-light spangles; while the moon Was draggin...

A promise from my lover isthe glass upon the floor,broken by my lover and hisdirty, fucking whore. A promise from my lover isthe glass beneath my feetwhich cuts me and unfolds to me my lover’s black deceit. A promise from my lover isthe blood that wakes the dead,and dyes the hems of my long skirtin shades of dirty red. A promise from my lover is the vine that curls betweenmy bloody toes, and then it growsin places all uns...