in his way
Cruelty hooks fingers in the sleeve of her sweater twists strands against flesh taut offering of comfort as the rain falls into the solitude between them damp sussurus promises […]
writ large
cast adrift slip between the floorboards like the dust of god combustible suspension below the beneath forge of the slough of me filthed surface canvas blank and in my […]
unmade here
I think to call her into the darkness spread my arms offer this moment except she doesn’t like to wake and the moment she would live wouldn’t be the […]