a thief entered in daylight, breathing air-tight, with vexatious appetite, left the house frozen, but patronisingly rosen, each petal coerced me to an empty room i, a cartographer shrouded in gloom,
found nothing
my youth
had gone.
poems
the girl, cap wonky,
as her teeth, took over me,
together, we danced.
my life is a bed,
sheets disguise affectations,
somedays, i feel home.
