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  • Dalliance & Wax

        It tipped itself on me   Cream the color of that fluorescent paper thin sphere in the sky   It flickered like those flames that touch a colored wick   It smelled like cruelty wickedness   The burning embers of Hades   was so fine   It sparkled in the air like an…

  • Hyakinthos’ Cry

    ‘Oed’ und leer das Meer’     You gave me hyacinths from your garden   Crude little buds that were as green as those lies lies lies that ricocheted out of your mouth and into my throat I had become nauseated because of those incipient little blossoms   I imagined a prickled case around those…

  • Diphylleia Grayi

      You were painted crystal white   You held that pen wrote it in a way that could make those letters come to life   With your crucifix to ward them off   Those people stood there to watch their eyes held wonder   They wanted to reach out and touch caress what they could…

  • Endymion’s Fate

    My fingers were beaten grey and gold the same color of my bruises that you would prod at   You would feed them to me with spoonfuls of honeyed phrases they stung like a bee   I would get caught up in it My throat would stick closed   Eyes faintly drooped as if you…

  • The Scent Of A Lie

        That red hurts my eyes   Blindingly passionate a touch of edacity   It sticks to you like those little insects inside of a web   A web full of lies   Until you get eaten up and dissolved   Becoming one with that rapacious desire

  • The Inferno

        There is something to be said about fear there is excitement there A burning flame that settles low in your veins it aches in your belly Makes you want to reach out and touch that burning ember   That inferno   Those amber eyes and that obsidian hair beckons you like the rogue…

  • Tulips

    The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. The tulips are strong this season Crimson curls at their petals dripping with sunlight mirth and cunning as ever I hated those clusters once before that putrid smell of fidelity that would seep itself into my pores it made me want to hurl I read once that…

  • Morose Trident

    The miles that follow through behind us drown me every part of me Poseidon once came down saying that my tears were too much maybe for him Athena was too      View post to subscribe to site newsletter.