POETRY

windowpanes
so you want me
you promised
white hot
so much
apathy
I was born to be good
cishet boy
nightwish was my jam
When I realized I wasn’t a good person
Bloodletting
Nunya
Depression
Leaky Old Plumbing
I’m Bad With Death
it takes all kinds
Fib
Melt for Me, Necromancer
Despair is an ice cream scoop
Ice coats the world
White Collar. Black Dog.
I always think I want to grow
You gray tease
Winter: a poem, based on Necromantic
Snake Men and Bad Kings
Books don’t write themselves
75 Million

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