some people

know how to kill words and cry innocence.

falling

i'm used to falling deeply, never lightly. always out. out of torn pages, and onto ordered thorns. black holes, tightened at the waistline.

never in

always out

centralisation

centralisation of capital led to the economic crisis

centralisation of pessimism will lead to a suicide crisis

as evidenced on our bodies.

the mind in pain

When the body is in pain the mind suffers, but when a mind in is in pain, every body suffers:

The mind is in pain when brain cells tingle but forget to mingle,
speech becomes blurry like stars falling on the window shield of your brand new car,
answers leave a bitter aftertaste and you turn nostalgic towards questions that breed questions,
smoke rises from tongues scorched by the heat of political visions,
the sea evaporates and you shower with sand that was once rock,
when nothing is too much too hold especially at midnight when the clock roars,
pounds and pounds and pounds against glass doors locked in your mind.
you shed weight
and forget about love
and everybody suffers

Sometimes

Sometimes
We want to move closer to insanity
Sometimes
We want to batter our dreams into bottles
Of all shapes and colours, but specifically azure coloured glass
Where we whisper tornadoes
Sometimes
We want to grow innocent on filthy streets
And burst into verse
Sometimes
We want to edit suicidal notes
Make sure the endings rhyme
Sometimes
We want to manipulate time
By stitching hands
Sometimes
it's difficult to figure out what we want

Nothing

Nothing happened, and that was everything.
Sometimes, it is hard to forgive nothing.
Some people are killed by nothing.

blank spaces

I reassemble ruptured ------
Painting flesh over shattered ------
Blood: a mumbling stream
engulfs the heart—
made of glass
melts
over palms
ressembling -----.