mind movie | poem

I play a song from my least favorite album of yours and start to drift until my lips are numb Until I’m in a new dimension, my consciousness feeding the life force of bodies and pretty flesh creatures Exploring every facet of their potential crafting every kiss I won’t get to avoid (This chorus tastes…

Quondam Winds (Part 2)

There was one night when she was fifteen that was especially cold. She had been through what she had thought was the coldest of colds two years ago, but this one was far worse. She felt her toes go numb and her fingers grow so brittle that it felt like they had been cut off….