Running with 2 parts too few today, I’ve left my head and heart sleeping back in Atlanta. My eyes too wide today, too filled with scenes I don’t want to see. A simple mouthpiece for the past tide, so I let my hands play across the keys. That upheaval, a twisted serpent of consumption and…
Month: February 2020
Past Stitchings
Amber eyes in the dying light of this sunset confession pools of poisoned honey, your words are trickster’s pleas – Loki’s own creed. A vigil to the lies we told ourselves while we danced around the truth we so violently – so valiantly – fought against. A spectre of ribbons tying us together at the…