Apr 2018
Your name,
it is wet blood that clings to my lips
Invoking it, choking on it
I have summoned You
Haunted as I am,
as desperate as I beg to be possessed,
I release You —
For I know by nature’s law,
the living does not belong with the dead.
it is wet blood that clings to my lips
Invoking it, choking on it
I have summoned You
Haunted as I am,
as desperate as I beg to be possessed,
I release You —
For I know by nature’s law,
the living does not belong with the dead.
April 2018
