

acid house.this warehouse comes alive at night, it fills with bodies – electric and free. the strobe lights flash, the lasers pulse, the music pounds and melts the world. i hold my darling’s hand in mine, our limbs entwined inside the fog. we dance in time, our minds are clear, our troubles powerless in this place. no inhibitions hold us back, surrounded by our faithful friends, the bulk of whom we do not know, that’s really not our concern. the coloured lights shine from the ceiling, casting shadows that writhe on the walls. the lights, they tint the lucid flesh:acid house.


monochrome love.strip away the layer of colours; it’s this, not you, i reject. it’s simply that black and white – no others are shades i yearn to inspect.monochrome love.
the adornments that suited you so well, like the freckles dotting your face, will still embellish your ivory shell, their hues will just be replaced.
though i must admit, my two-tone dear, that your spectrum had its charms. your sunrise hair and eyes, blue and clear, always brought me to your arms.
so pale, glowing under the lights up above, my greyscale darling; my monochrome love.


playing house.We can build a house where we can live On the beach, or in a tree; Or in the backyard where we pitched the tent; Or on the train tracks by the sea.playing house.
We’ll build it out of toothpicks Held together by blue string. The roof will be made of Popsicle sticks, And the phone will never ring.
We’ll make the windows cellophane, The walls, we’ll line with books. We’ll sit and read them on our lawn, Ignoring passing looks.
We’ll keep it nearly empty, But what we’ll have will be real. We won’t have any use for a door, Since we won’t have a thing t


cursed.You made your way beneath my skin, Intending to take what you felt you deserved. You proceeded to tear it off from within, Exposed my muscles; my veins; my nerves.cursed.
You watched as I stood, hot despite tepid air, Enthralled by the colours; the patterns; the forms. You were silent as death, you stepped back to stare, Desperate to feel the heat in your arms.
You carved your initials in my spine, Burned your image in my brain. You stitched your name on my parted lips, Put your blood into my veins.
You placed my flesh back on its frame, Concealing the
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