Tag: fiction

teatime the winged god in the circle of construction workers

ghastly faces of dawn a quick bite into your heart

cold winds colder than your existence

pride swallowed and given a new vassal to possesss

animal instincts border the persona of skin

waking dream a self diagnosis of this dysfunctional complex

tip of the tongue the rhythmical drip drop of venom

if it is hard to fathom then perhaps you should dream

even desire and desperate yearning can turn flesh to gold

you never did ask and if you did the seasons would have answered