imaginary vines

imaginary vines

where were you when i pleaded for sanity? the witching hour, took a heavy toll on me. lost in a tunnel, with no hope of seeing, clearly, i sank back, and became aligned once again with the roots of the trees. majesty, lover, an omnipotent being standing before me-jailer, ridicule and dismay, tangled in imaginary [...]

the same song

the same song

we were out of tune; off-key, each caress felt wrong, more unlikely than stars without a blanket of dreams. dreading you, dreading us, i tore skin, for you, i gouged flesh, for us. nothing but a bag of bones, for what? in vain? or for us? cowardice mice, men dressed in false skins, we were [...]