EARTHFLOW

boyhood, withering beneath a wild sky (#37 in poetry 12/11/17) © vangohs, 2017

teeth

you can't run from it _ PROSE/POETRY © nyxmph_ 2022

The Empty Womb I Let Her Live In When The Dog Is Hungry

"I am in love with the woman who kneels down and lashes at my ankles, leaving bloody gashes at the bone. My husband and his life with his money and his job and his woman. His woman. She haunts me. His woman, my woman, his and mine. I revel in the lust of our shared desire, I am in love with the other woman." A woman t...

The Mattress Still Has Your Body On It And I'm Not Sure Why

There isn't love strung up on the walls like paintings here, it's dull and hard to find, and once you dig deep enough to find it, you see it was all fake gold anyways. We tumble together in some ugly abyss hoping to find God, hoping to never see each other again. The tragic push and pull of a relationship resembling t...