Story Senryus


Blood is the choice ink

For hearts bitterly compressed

A vital letting


These words are my flesh

The composition of self

Stark in monochrome


My bones are brittle

The marrow siphoned through an

Esurient pen


Pain foreshadows birth

Genius craves anathema

The slander of id


Hands weave affection

Into rapacious membranes

Stories snared in flesh