You gray tease

tickling at my corners the tassels of interest. You poke at me, blow in my ear long enough to make me think. Think. Maybe I do want something. Someone. You show me the seed but you never plant it. It never grows into a romcom a drama a saga or blue eyes next door. It... Continue Reading →

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Winter: a poem, based on Necromantic

You're swallowing fire again. You never promised to stop, but for your apprentice, I had assumed... This is no place to raise a child. Among the cold heather of the frozen highlands, eating roots and drinking broth, traveling with a master who forgets to cook for two, learning the craft from a dropout who never completed... Continue Reading →

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