with a prick, he wakes his sleeping beauty into the nightmare she tried to escape - B. Brown   words: 15 (image: Dornröschen [lit. Little Rosethorn] - character of Sleeping Beauty fairytale. Paper cut by Lotte Gützlaff (1800-1900))


don't weaken yourself for someone with something to prove, they'll jump to make an example out of you, no matter the record, no matter the truth their ego will always outweigh you - B. Brown (art by: Antony Gormley, CAPACITOR)

For Free

I was told not to write  Without pay As if coin Was the only currency  I have to deal with As if my power is limited As if I scour for my lines And rhymes each time I sit to write to read The bones  Clattering inside me As if I don't write  For me... Continue Reading →


she breathed a sigh into the musky air hips and neck rigid from wear with slick skin and damp hair her fingers trace her tummy she felt so yummy, wanted, his eyes were bigger than his stomach when he locked on her he flaunted her he needed her she turned over and purred slid a... Continue Reading →


drag me from the rails, along the deck down the hallway, towards the back through the door, down the stairs into and through the cabin surrounded by wood, no windows spun around, five times, for good surrounded by darkness, no sense of direction locked in oblivion breathe in, breathe out adrenaline sounding from the depths... Continue Reading →


trapped with a salvaged map, trucking through catacombs lit white as bone with flames that maimed bloodlines sacred rhymes made claim as the only holy domain he walks over floors worn scorned walls caked, torn and bubbled as the ceiling crumbles rubble   pacing down rumbling tunnels paranoid the thunder of stampeding those roaming freely... Continue Reading →


from no where a gust of humid air to cling to my hair to weigh my head up allowing much to see   so much heat from this refreshing spring within a hideaway within glacial caves that numb and refract after hailing waves   at high altitudes snatching my breath the purest oxygen to arrest... Continue Reading →

The Last

I've heard much with these compacted earth with these and no one else will roam as me   I've maimed with these with this, reached plenty of these and no one can loom like me   I've witnessed everything with these I taste for life with these and no one charges like me   I... Continue Reading →

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