Month: September 2018

Gossamer Skin Plastic Eyes I couldn’t save anyone, not matter what I did. Eat my Sins, O Chilled Hemlock. Throw bones,  before the wire  passes through you. As Tragic Queens sit, Their throne built of half-tied lineage and ferocity unsullied. As Amorphous Masses scream for nothing and everything, though they are loved. As Growing Wolf,…

again I am cresting something I don’t understand. The motions feel empty and I do too. Grab my hand and pull me back, The void is stronger than I thought. I joke about it, not knowing it was reeling me in. Its tendrils worming through every crack  in my facade. Sucking the colour from my…