chelsea sim
i write when no one's looking.
We subsist on stolen daylight Hidden in our pockets like the Treachery of sunrise against someone's twilight wanderings. In spite we throw knives at each Other, lick the ends of burnt Cigarettes tr...
i say the sea is stupid, stupid for kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it was sent away.
the algae of family history creaks under the wooden floorboards, accumulates in the scaffolding that holds up the tin roof, runs in zigzag motions across peeling walls, weigh down wooden pillars th...
you broke into a graveyard and you didn't know. slip under imposing gates with spear tips, approach each tomb as carefully as you can.
