Raziel Moore | Monocle

Touch Junkie

In micropoem on 01/01/2017 at 9:02 pm

In need of my next fix
with shaking hands
I reach for you.


In micropoem on 24/02/2016 at 11:13 pm

When I burn
I promise it won’t be clean
You will never get my soot
out of your lungs.

Tideing Up

In senryu on 23/08/2015 at 9:19 am

There will come a time
I’ll lift up the sea’s carpet
sweep myself under.