Clippered
With slow regardI watch the lengthening of fingernails.~Grow out. Grow out~ ~Take with you the sour pain, this aura’s pollution~ Clipper you to the quick, I will, in foolish absolution. … Continue Reading Clippered
A rumination on pain
The stitched-in torture of nightmare The rented Witches’ Familiar Whose beady eyes make sure Their Lord’s work be done To us, the chosen ones The sweat of our spirits Runs … Continue Reading A rumination on pain
