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When I touched your skin, my fingers ran with blood.

‘No. 23’

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A story traveled by mouth, the way that these things do,
of a man who carried the Sickness as far as he could
through the deserts of a Texas landscape untouched by rain,
carrying nothing in his arms but my blood in his veins.

The Sickness started deep in the man’s throat,
the kind of lump that you can’t just swallow
followed by a final act, which consumed his heart
(and all of his sorrow)

The news reached the Midwest, where it was
one day too late, and a thousand miles too far gone.By the time the phone rang, the contractors were
already done laying the last brick in my chest.

My knees kissed the ground, which sprouted arms
& wrapped me up in a lover’s embrace,
in a place where gravity kept me from floating away
& meeting him on the outermost limits of both time and space.

-R. Wolf

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‘Arsonist’

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‘Arsonist’

I stood trial and they found me guilty
of using the time he spent looking away from me
to awaken every atom in my body
with flame and gasoline.

His facial expressions served the sole purpose
of allowing him to remain the sadist behind
the mask stitched together by mania

Yet…

The way the dimple flashed in his cheek, just there
the corners of his mouth turned upward toward the sun,
the heat of which was all-consuming…

“Do you have a final remark before the jury returns?”

& with nerve endings still smoldering,
“On my fucking soul,
he made it feel the best to burn.”

-R. Wolf

A Map of What is Effortless

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A collection of photos from a recent trip to explore some of what abandoned Indiana has to offer – Explored an abandoned hospital, which made words want to pour from me for eternity.

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‘Nacht’

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‘Nacht’

Under a moon as bright & mysterious as her eyes,
lay a perfect mold of skin and bones –
With flesh like the wettest dream,
lips stained red with the freshness of blood,
& hourglass hips as dangerous as arsenic and cream.

The creature of Night salivated over her silhouette,
& her scent was the only encouragement he needed
to lift his gaze upward, without so much as a trip,
& gently lick the gore from her pouting lips.

Her exposure whet his blood-soaked appetite,
allowed him to grow;
Allowed him to see what should truly be known.
As he forged his Valhalla between her thighs,
an iron-spattered cough brought forth a breath of life.

Her first words, like smoke and tongue against his ear
came over him like a tidal wave,
A suckerpunch to the jaw –
& though their blood signified a crowning,
They feast upon eachother;
A sip away from drowning.

– R. Wolf

‘The Prosperity of Negative Space’

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‘The Prosperity of Negative Space’

You entered the scene right on cue,
with silence as your sole companion –
& I knew.
Without fear, your silence quickly
made dust of the strides between us
and settled into my throat,
like warm honey coming off of
a spoon of sorrow.
My heartbeat suddenly alive in my ears,
tears the size of half-dollars
crawled their way out of my eyes.
Your lips, like knives, carved words
out of the sadness in the air –
“I tried.”

– R. Wolf

‘Liquid Dream’

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‘Liquid Dream’

An old projector sits behind a windows to the soul,
fixed with a bulb that only flickers on with three eyes closed.
Like cigarette burns in the film that fail to fade away,
I always find you here on memory lane –
In the place I found you (in the place you will stay)

When the sun finally wakes me, your image brings me peace
recalling endless days of falling into eachother like
honey & cream.
But here, in this night, with heavy eyes closed, alone…
I let you engulf me; indulge in me
like the
wettest dream.

– R. Wolf

‘Freezerburn’

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‘Freezerburn’ (Collaboration)

More than a ghost story is capable of
sending chills down every notch of your spine –
A passing thought, a feathery whisper against your ear,
a revolutionary footstep, the divulgance of fear…

Somehow; some way, you are all combined in one.
The kind of man who wears his Truth on his sleeve,
one who breaks boundaries & hearts with honest ease.
To be with you, to submit to your presence
is a woman learning to freeze.

Yet I begin to melt in the rays of your gold glares –
Evanescent but ever-present,
A newborn eagerly learning to breathe,
while you take my breath (away).

I know you would return it, if aware of my need…
but my smile never slipped, hypnotized by your hips
bare-handed on sheer cliffs, determined to keep grip.
To exist is to be in your presence,
A man learning how to walk; praying he doesn’t slip.

– R. Wolf & Radames Cruz

‘Revival’

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‘Revival’

There is more to beginning a race than placing
one foot in front of the distant starting sign.
A mind torn between both primal lust and rage
will beat you to the finish line every time;
Your scent after loving me frees every facet of my mind,
Yet I still bear the weight of the Stones of Loss
that you left behind, the rocks of burden here in my shrine.

Perhaps that was the straw that broke the back of love.
The scale shifted out of your steadfast favor –
the look that scrawled itself across your face
was a snapshot that I would soon learn to savor.

The dialogue between myself and I would look
like a bloodbath from the outside,
but my hands were busy working their way through layers of sorrow,
to the place where your heart still laid – deep inside.

A conflict between Brother & Sister Guilt
slid their way into my palms, and a beat
I loathed and loved to hear kicked to life.
My work here done, I exited through puddles of blood spilt.

– R. Wolf

‘The Well’

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‘The Well’
Against the force of Nature that is you
my skeleton was composed of twigs,
of which you snapped to create a throne
to rest your weary heart upon
(Blissfully ignorant to my blooming decay)

Imagine your raw surprise when one day
there was nothing left to take at all;
just a sad bad of paper-mache flesh
& the sweet stench of what could have evolved.

Panic must have instantly plagued you
not to have a well to draw from any longer –
I assure you, in light of your fear-stricken eyes
that it was like an insect stripped of its wings
to be bled dry and alive.

– R. Wolf

‘Ohio’

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