her film rhythms
pierce me blindly
my hatred unpins
limbs of desire and loneliness
Love has me forever
exiled in dishonesty
screaming at specters’
spectacle streams
Mermaid moans
Play their cards to me
Dead lineages and
broken graves
Sleep me to Dust
My real ire is that
You aren’t as cruel as I imagine
his fleeting blood
and my blushing hours
Through my emptiness echoes the dead sister
Did they know they were twins
Janus love - art and war