Apr 2020
I have been sleepless, admittedly.
The crawling chaos of unrest, unrestrained.
The mind, slithering out of view.
The heart, brittle and whole.
The bodies, sleeping in the loch.
The crawling chaos of unrest, unrestrained.
The mind, slithering out of view.
The heart, brittle and whole.
The bodies, sleeping in the loch.
A Lovecraftian take.
November 2017.
November 2017.
