Prose and Poetry (Patreon)

Recently, I decided that maybe I should share more of my words with the people who are intrigued by my art. Thank you for being a part of my artistic journey of expression. Most of my writings do not have titles, only the meaning in the words. I'll start with one I recently found in the back of one of my notebooks that I wrote years ago.

Who knows how much is enough

do you lick your fingers

when you finish

tearing me apart

until all I am

is dripping flesh from bone

working myself

not to death

but to the brink

where I am

only living

for

you and your

acceptance