“A DESCIPLE
OF THE MIDNIGHT SKY.
SLOWLY BURNING  OUT,
LIKE A DYING STAR INTO
THE HIT AND RUN OF
CHEMICAL CREATIONS.
UNTIL ALL THAT REMAINS
IS A CAUTIONARY TALE,
TIMELESSLY DRIFTING
IN THE CHALK OUTLINE
OF THE MILKY WAY.”
                                                      
                                                    || shoo.shu ||

****** Monday,
listing in a
corrupt
sky blue
of wise
passivity.
A place
where
demons
feast on
the leftovers
of my  soul.
|| shoo.shu ||

"Toxic nights
when we were a
prophecy of
sensory overload,
hidden in the
grimace of oblivion."
|| shoo.shu ||

The lament of
a widowed
Werewolf
in the
fury of  the
space
between.”
|| shoo.shu ||

Beneath the
feverish rippling
of an
enlightened moon;
A promiscuous
blackout of
dark words
streaming,
soul to soul."
|| shoo.shu ||

fleeing from the
Convoluted plot
of a black Hearse
I climbed
into the
story of a
higher self.

“biting her tongue,
she flirted with
the tease of
casting omens.”
|| shoo.shu ||