Sir Galahad and the Witch

I lean into this with my woundedness and the reach of a witch part of this pact to understand is in your hand burying her hideous into your chest all my mediums useless against your skin un hechizo healing with your flesh I can be whole freeing my final stretch a hopeless romantic sin remedio…

Everyday Imago

In a world going awry everyday feels like the day I could die but I grasp just enough to fill the moment with a pregnant present in between breaths I never could make real art so instead I was the heartbreak between child and woman a sorrow more delicate in form savage in nature I…