Little lines from our hearts light up the midnight roads. I can hear the call of spotted owls and sleepy toads. As the sounds of the festival dull to a hum, and the smells of the day boil down to sugar and rum, I reminisce on the past, these memories made of glass, that cut…
Tag: Loss
Amethyst Drapes | Poem
Here in my depths shielding all life through amethyst drapes, I bury my intentions in darkness hoping all others only surrender to me their light Claws long and dark Ripping cuts into immortal flesh, I bury my sins within myself hoping all others only grace me with their virtue Eyes red from hellfire and tears…
fading sadness | poem
always present, but presently fading
Sammicakes 