ballerina in a music box

anxiety goes tick-tick-tick 

in the monochrome metronome of clockwork clicking 

yet the key keeps turning, turning, turning, 

'till creaking cogs are fit to crack 

and gears wound up and ready to 


but nevermind that, little thing-- 

you've still got a dance to see through.



18 years old

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    the snake is hungry 

    so the snake will eat 

    and eat it does, chewing, gnawing, 

    and will you ever notice, little thing, 

    that it is your own tail 

    you are swallowing? 


  • abalone

    from salt and foam and scales 

    steal the hearts of stone 

    nacreous shells, dying husks, 

    the honey-sweet flesh that once 

    clung to its bones 

    to die of thirst. 

  • eschatology

    meet me at the end of the world 

    the space between firestorms and tsunamis 

    across the acid oceans 

    and here, where the rot 

    has begun to reclaim the cities at last.