Tag: poem

death rides the night tides

i trust you have forgiven yourself enough to love this city again

under layers of salt and blue a test of mortality

all shades of dark we speak the language of skin

do words simply shrivel up and die

do words get up when they fall

poison thyself

3am summer winds banging on the door

deeper dungeons shut off from the mind

otherworldly echoes in the concrete underbelly