16 years old


  • Eigengrau

    Nighttime is sly.

    It acts like a beast with no body,

    a parasite with no host.

    One, two,

    count the little splashes–

    your feet make into puddles.

  • A Moon Shaped Eyeball

    In the village, the sun was always tucked dutifully underneath sheets of clouds, and the wind was always brisk and energetic, and the people of the village were always horribly regimented.