We smoked them ’til their blood ran warm as the honey calmly sedated our nerves like oozing caramel melting on simmering tongues that spoke only of melodious things as it slithered down throbbing throats meant to turn and close like switch blades on lies, only to open harmoniously within the cadence of wings beating to […]Read More Pressure.
In your silence, I found my answer. In your relentless search for perfection, you have not found yours. Silence speaks volumes. Perfection does not exist. Awareness, although hard to swallow, is key. Forgive me as I stumble over my words, as speaking is new to me, even at this age. I remember the day you told […]Read More FORGIVE ME AS I STUMBLE ON MY WORDS
The raven’s last dance is one of seduction for she’s been betrayed by his shape-shift call, the one that sung out in solitude, plotting her fall. This was the moment of her demise – the one where he sees his manipulative schemes shaped before him in a heart wrenching scene – the one where he finally breaks […]Read More LAST DANCE