Sunday, October 25, 2015

Mortem Aestas

His hand wraps round her neck like a sultry, sharpened drape
Lycan fingers clasping and counting
Each delicate vertebrae
 Gently stroking the exposed ivory 
Lips close
With breath frost aquamarine 
He has her little humming bird heart
On harlot knees
Emerald pines bare witness silently
To summer's setting in her opaline eyes
Ask for mercy
Diminishing shrouds of vibrant pride 
A darkening rush
Of snow flaked breeze 
And suddenly find
The forest lonely. 

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Still Here

Hey guys, I wanted to make sure everyone knew that I hadn't dropped of the face of the earth. Grad school and my work schedule have made it really challenging to write but I've been working on a creative piece, so if anyone is left, I'll soon have something for reading and feedback.