wrapped around fresh bones -
a graceful past, her throat filled with black flowers.
petals pour from her mouth; a fractured sanity shattered in half.
her eyes - a gravity of your fears -
white as snow, empty as dry oceans.
faint suns; pale stars in the starved sky.
each day crawling closer to you; an ocean of rotting promises.
wrapped around the night -
her skin pulses with the ageless music of passing hours.
bleeding with love, dripping with festering delight.
an enchantment of decomposing virtue - covered in spoiled children of death.
a kiss so bitter; a touch so sweet -
all so beautifully decayed.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 6:54 PM UTC
my grave
is green
[ cracked with vines, overgrown with grass ]
rain trickles through the thin crevices
touching my withered bones
with forgetfulness
silent caress of the wind
over the old stone
swallowed by moss
whispering trees
bend over the marble
a lonely sign among the fields
hushed memory of the night
that once devoured the day
I placed my soul in wild birches
in a hidden grove
in wet moss and silent leaves
where no one can
k i l l m e a g a i n
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 2:29 PM UTC