may is come again.
and is gone.

why do i linger?

it is summer again, over a year since this begun. you cannot shake the lingering feeling that the world stopped somewhere around august past, and is now just rehashing the days

the endless self parody of a life of thwarted hopes

aborted in the womb like a monstrous child

(i should have been a pair of ragged claws...)

what is it that you want, really?

what do ragged claws want, if they want at all?

to grab the world and tear it to shreds, i suppose.
to run away with the juiciest piece stuck between my teeth

to bite back before you are bitten