At night, the floor inhales.  The boards swell like ribs,  and beneath, my grandfather twists  a blackened silhouette, spine cracking,  smoke curling from the hollows of his eyes. We never buried him properly.  Decay claimed him before anyone dared shut his eyes,  so he lay there, staring  through God’s tangled fingers,  screaming until heaven’s iron fist  shuffled him into  a deck of divine rummy. I wish he had screamed—  to warn us the fire was too fierce,  that this body s

It’s funny, isn’t it? Life, in general The fact that there’s no theme Or chapters, or any Sort of organization  Letters all strewn out Some not even on pages I find it quite charming That I choose my way That there’s no rule book Or rules of any kind Sometimes it’s stressful How disorderly it is But that’s what gives it The character that we adore so much And I would rather it be this way Then have to be an actor  In a story I didn’t write In a story I’m forced to like Becaus

Joints a’popping Jaws a’dropping Round and round she spins Hips a’swiveling Arms a’wiggling Warm air against skin Hair a’flipping Smile a’lifting Pulling at the wind Feet a’slapping Hands a’clapping The whole world sees her grin.

Step by step and hour by hour  Rest in death and devour any coward My boots trample the snowy shower Crystals form on a beard long traveled Frostbitten samples of entities unknown Researched, fought against, and published to be shown The antarctic backend of monstrous mythical tomes A crossbow and a flaregun to make myself known I cross the land, claim it as my threshold No matter how many times I speak, the land remains cold Its ancestors feast on the weakest men’s fear Miss

The wind found itself approaching a massive City, towering hundreds of feet in the air and burrowing thousands of miles into the earth. The above-ground layer of the City was overbearingly beautiful: it was called the Upstairs, and it was perfect in every way. Below that was the Floors – the endless levels where the residents of the city lived and worked and did whatever else they did. Below even that was the Downstairs. The wind whistled around the lofty glass towers of the