“But I’ve no spade to follow men like them” How deep have we pushed into the warm mess below? You’ve all gone to lengths ‘I’ll never know’ My callouses aren’t worthy of that name. You forged this for me, a tool. Your desperate intent, unashamed- Finally Coalesced So when the time comes calling, I’ll dig…
Month: October 2019
Deathknell
I hear the Winter, curses rolling from her tongue. Her pilgrimage having just begun. The trees are leaving me again, Their colors running so vibrant as they fade. I am taken by them -much like you Their red death-blossoming leaves me gasping for the scent that isn’t there -much like yours But the trees will…
As Becomes Death
Undeath is violent, or so they say. A slight turn, rising from your earthen bed as the drained sun finally sets its daily toil complete. A measured gait, slow and dawdling, nowhere specific to be. The memories fading, leave you gasping but not quite for breath. You return home- to find it replaced. The living…