My violent vices are so beautiful in the moonlight of my musings,menthol cigarettes,maddeningly short dresses,mono recordings of 1940’s swing dances.These are the things that keep me sane while the wolves wait outside of my bunker. I am in the arms of an old haunt tonight,he is harmed by the truth we both know,and he holds…

I used to believe that I was a wild woman.I was mad and made of storm clouds,lost in a love affair with languishing,fatalistic as I faced the feminine urge to unravel. I have travelled to places you’d never believe,coconut lip gloss covers a lost girl’s kiss,so unattainable, so unavailable,locked in a tower, behind a lake…

I thought I might die, when I spied the diamonds she had put aside for me,Christmas morning,clasped in sugar paper under a plastic tree.I got lost in my luxurious imagination,picturing her, braving the piercing pinches of the winter’s wind on her fair skin,her collar high around her neck,hands digging in her pockets for warmth and…

I went sailing, when I should have been sleeping,the ocean was excited to see me,throwing herself against the boat, so desperate to touch,so sweet in all her sorrow.I had been away too long, and I had broken her heart,fortunate that she was the forgiving type. I had kissed her, more times than I could count,but…