Stockholm

your teeth tore at my throat as my legs wrapped around your waist gripped you tight they were covered in half-healed crescent-moons themselves amongst a backdrop of purple bruises my screams silenced became moans and whimpers lifting your snarling face to mine your eyes shone like black discs and I bit your soft lips ‘tween […]

Life with OCD – Video Share

Normally I don’t reshare or reblog but I felt compelled to share this poetry slam from five years ago by Neil Hilborn. Listen, this is a real thing. You can’t just say, “move on” or “stop overthinking this”. That’s just not a viable reality for all of us. But maybe we’re still trying… Please take […]