KieraYale

KieraYale Mar 2020

"Nothings gunna hurt you baby".
He lied.

KieraYale Mar 2020

It'll Pass

Black pane, white chips
My bones are cold
Watching this storm unfold

KieraYale Feb 2020

Farm Land

Sweet as lily of the valley on a crisp spring morning,
But thunderstorms brew like black tea
As white tails bound to cross hatched nests

#spring

KieraYale Feb 2020

Macilent

Don't bite the hand that feeds you
...Unless it is the only thing left

KieraYale Feb 2020

Mockery

Tell me you love me.
So I can shout from the roof tops
that it simply isn't true.

KieraYale Feb 2020

Mobile

We must reap what we roe
God let mere mortal show
To death the embryo
A dark society that I know

KieraYale Feb 2020

Kick the stars he said
Their dust will grace the mountain
Let their light bring day