I bait the sea with scraps of my tongue to drive away the words I'm spurning and the loathing they cause...
I cram the air with bark of my throat to clean my mouth of all the sickness, that my language has born...
I feed the earth with my severed head to raze the seed by dashing it down in the towers I dug...
All the holes in my skin...
2000 • Stigma 3:am
2001 • Thalassemia: Yesterday and Other Centuries
2001 • Thalassemia: Yesterday and Other Centuries
2001 • Thalassemia: Yesterday and Other Centuries
2003 • Helianthos and the War
2003 • Helianthos and the War
2003 • Helianthos and the War
2003 • Helianthos and the War
2003 • Helianthos and the War
2007 • The Geometry of Tempest
2007 • The Geometry of Tempest
2007 • The Geometry of Tempest