( me / me )

"Why can’t we accept the fact that the right thing to do is live inside this very special tension which keeps suicide suspended?"

"burdened with dark thoughts
bones
lilac"

--@poemexe.com

Cockburn Street from Advocate’s Close.

ember days or so
another wretched chapbook
struggles to raise wings

in this thrice-blasted landscape
in this garden of hoodwink

What's the worst that could happen?