18th

    All of those days blended together until I couldn’t even tell what was right from left. I can always feel it, that shift in the air. The heavens would bare its weight down, crumble me. I couldn’t remember anything, not even the shape of your face when I heard. All I could remember…

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…