Hate is Catching Spiders (and Fleeing Flies)   I can think of myself as Kurapika (My world’s not as fancy as anime) with a cross planted in the heart, (it’s more complicated than that) the cross ready to crush it to a pulp (like spiderwebs holding the dead) the moment I turned my hate away […]

  The entire length of flesh is room for growth a warpaint called race could paint peace if the colors found a new canvas a fresh method to scrutinize the untravelled stretches     A region of escape we could settle in if we directed the lights to each other’s body the beating of the […]