lemures in my spirit

tw: self harm, death, spirits Few months ago, I’d spent afternoonsin your lap watching your wintry lips spewtales of lemures that besieged the dreamsof star crossed mortals and inundated theirspirit in bubbling potions of manic visions. Now I spend those afternoons pouringvenom over the scars I etch on my accursedwrists with shards of demented glass,Continue

of storms and sorrows

puffed misty orbs lour the ether withsullen moods and disgruntledemotions, casting looming shadowsover blanched concrete skylines. petulant sentiments flash throughhaze in blinding streaks that illuminatesallow guise adorned by the sky,igniting every lofty element that daresto suppress their fearful articulation. thunderous whimpers are forlorncries that shatter the doleful silencelike woebegone wails of ailing spirits;they traumatise dreamsContinue