honey
Love crashes like a waterfall while hindsight pools beneath every step. This illustrated poem follows longing, sleepless nights, and the strange comfort of memory through cinematic noir panels filled with symbolic imagery.
waiting room
Stuck in the waiting room Where the doctor’s not comingbut I’m runningInto the same strangers From different dangers And no one’s comingIn clutch – is it wrong Of me to missyour touch?Is it wrong To feelstuck at thebottomof the sea Underwaterno air Maybe ifI was hotter Just whydo peopledisappear? I’ll tellyou I knowit to beFear; […]