Tag: fiction

the slow deliberate drip of candlewax on flesh patterned after deviant symbols

the eastwind holds its breath and with a sigh drifts apart

i pray: that your dreams be kind to you tonight

even you can grow gardens from silence

breaths merge and for a heartbeat the room softens

the autumn air holds hope for humanity as they wet their fingers in mist and carve a path through the unknown

self burial under bedsheets until the birdsong returns

tabula rasa: your touch a soft reset on the soul

built us a kingdom of quiet to last us a lifetime and more

quiet windows and tidy pathways i slip into your world of a paradise lost