Skip to main content

Posts

Featured

Nocturne

It’s some time between two am and three. The sky is graphite. Stardust falls like melting light, dribbling through the sooty sable of your room. Night has hidden you in its pockets of stone. You are all candlelight, all wick all dusk. You keep her there on the rims of your waxing mind. When dawn breaks the crystalline of the sky and the once harmless light now spits cracks on your window – the wax hardens over your dreamscape and your eyes swear they’d seen a woman – all amber all true all blush. The room is empty now
And graphite is leaking black.

Latest posts

Coral

Ash and its dying back

Nervosa

C= √gh

Drinks Poems And AA

Paraphilic Floods

Unsteady Wind Direction

Limnic eruption

When the ground cracked no one knew

ACTON SYRIA AND HONEY