Blue Neighborhood 

there is you,  there is me,  the untouchable sky  and the stars forming webs  above our heads, 

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chasing happiness

at seven, i wished on a shooting star for the kind of happiness that was served on gleaming golden platters. instead i found you, waggy tail, hungry belly and a predatory snout. at thirteen, we wished on a shooting star in front of a mansion that looked colder than a winter's night, holding laughter and... Continue Reading →

mother prostitute suicides

my body was  a battleground sprayed with purple stars  that died long ago forming a constellation enveloping my soul lying dead in the rainbow rainlight 

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