moses jones page eighteen

much like my six year old who likes to draw himself slaughtering his enemies with chainsaw hands, i like to work out my angst through my art.

moses jones page seventeen

for some reason my zombies here ended up looking like something out of the time machine
my future zombies will be more traditionally zombie-esque.

moses jones page sixteen

been thinking too much about the dusty in my life. i’m working on letting go & healing after dropping my anger shield.
it’s rough.
thank god i don’t have to also deal with cannibals & zombies.

desperate

when you walked
through the door
it was the best part
of my
every day
you were my best
friend
you were the person
i wanted to tell
everything
everything
i would have plucked
my heart
out of my chest
to show you
so you could see
what you meant to me


you took
what i gave you
& you
twisted it into
some
obscene
version
of what my love
was
you took
what i gave you
& you
gave me nothing
i am
nothing
to you
you took
what i gave you
& you
left me
empty
empty
& desperate
to hear
my dead heart
beat
again.

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