big boy guts
blind fondness left her and hunger beat her dry for a nobility that could only end in martyrdom she pointed her finger like a gun and took a shot wearing nothing but a dog collar and a fur coat
the new fashioners
last night towers fell to mouthfuls of smoke from engines burning oil. coldlipped gods drank empty confessions from broken bottles and spat confusion across the city. each occupant’s soul sat wholly aware and terrified convinced of their own defamations, their eyes upon something so often unseen so frequently uncomfortable in whatever quarters they kept. each vessel held prone...