Hard rock pours out of the rocks in this wilderness of whiskey and wishes. Why is my personal sky purple? When you embroidered your name on my collarbone I felt diamonds shine inside me. Now, by the river, the ferryman asks for my fare and looks at your name carved into my collar with longing. But that is the one thing I will not sacrifice to cross this river. Behind me, hungry trees with grasping branches watch me, ready to devour and dissolve me into music. The earth itself opens its jaws to reveal a hellacious plane of pain.
Day: March 1, 2026
Parasites to Host
Graceful sapphire rivers are veins in a land that breathes and coughs us out as parasites. When the Earth is sick of malingering, pontificating bullshit, what then? The fish weave designs as they trace their way down river, ghosts of evolutions past. The sun, overly enamored of me, coalesces on my horrified skin, and I age like a campaign promise. Across the river banks, wolves teach their young the art of evasion. I will be removed by an immune system older than thought.
Miniature Moon 