I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars.
Richard SikenThe way you slam your body into mine reminds me Iโm alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling.
Richard SikenEverything affects my poetry, every day something happens that changes me forever. Iโm susceptible and plastic, thin-skinned and moody.
Richard Siken