In sleep, the slowing heart, the forgetful lungs speak of an unwanting… a stepping down, a recoiling and return.
When I was alive, you quickened in bright crimsons. When I was alive. (Image: Wasan Tita/Shutterstock)
Secret and silent- the cold crackle of air with soft sparkles of gamma. Opens my garage, changes my channels, excites the pocket monolith. Away I want, I think. Away. … Continue Reading Ray ban
You wear the white cotton and those bobby socks. ~I’ll bring the scissors~
Down a choked and muddy stream, through dense thickets, warrens, and vine curtains, lay the charmed coven of Cain. None knew it, as it was bound with a spell of … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven
~It was a thing I feltin a faraway day- we were joined, unbesmirched,but the swirl of the world let fall that crystal egg into depths unredeemable. And now, in dreams, … Continue Reading In dreams, I reach