Worthy foe or wasted felon
Fasting waste of a foul wench
A hopeless tale
Nobody
Left
But
The finale
The last human
The final collective
Nothing left in her limbs
Lungs plunged and pierced
Laid on the pride of the land
Her victory over him
What about them
The unknown spacestaraviourcraft
staring
gazing
lying
but
The End.
-J.
I wonder if it’s true
My hypothesis set,
When you have nothing to say is when you should write.
But isn’t it the essential truth
The absolute difference
Words are selfish and sole.
Through the frayed brown rope
Linking the glimmery receivers
Exploding
From me.
Me. Me. Me. Me. Me.
Mirror this back
The truth absolute
The difference essential
My words are irrelevant unless they touch your soul.
My conclusion, is your decision
-J
serpentine slut
seducing with that slit
slowed wit of the starved
sentry standing stoic
slink to the skirt
slip to the side
seasons stay still
slither into sublime
sound of the stunning
-J
something fantastical 