dark to darkness: how lovely it feels to have this skin replaced by night
Month: October 2026
float to the surface: suppressed emotions rise on this rainy afternoon
stranded: cold autumn waves commit the unspeakable to frail bodies
with hands warm i cup your face and the october moon glows jealous
the gallivanting rain in this hour of blues
in the autumn sky: a moon full of ego
flesh made soft by the autumn storm
in a long long time: a sleep that could have lasted an eternity
wandering field spirits: king is one who bears the crown of sticks upon a body of immaterial aether
tiny white butterflies are the fragments of clouds that chose to remain on earth
