Another Word for Violence

Skim the top, carve the bird
Suck the juice from inside
There’s gotta be another name for this
There’s gotta be

Hide your eyes, too delicate for such
Bright bright lights like a supernova
Just suddenly obliterated a tar canvas
And the colors bled out

And the veins poured out

Open them now


(Authors Note: it’s 2:56 am and I have no idea how to explain this to you)


Winter shimmers during the night
icy white, making no sound; the snow
devours it whole.

These are the times I think of you.

A black-blue sky, like a fresh bruise,
punching up against the road.