An Apple made of glass

She bit into an Apple made of glass, The fragments slicing her tongue, Her blood enhancing the poignant flavors As she chewed and crunched with cautious vigor. Shards dug into the walls of her mouth, A river of blood seeping past her lips, Her teeth grinding the glass into fractures, The pieces sparkling- sifting through [...]

Sonnet #665

A heady, deep-seated twang of deceit clouds shift to mimic the minds third eye, Mist spills like milk, across the clotted, seedy streets. The grotesque bend as they intentionally blind, images flicker as doubt settles, A dead boy and girl dance in the moonlight, Curious fingers that mischievously mettle, The world dark and dangerous, absent [...]