P O E T R Y:

A B Y S S

Sadly, indestructible. Will you be my weapon?

F R E E + F O R B I D D E N

The air is sharp and bold with expression.Gently, it holds her, caressing all that is unspeakable.

S O R R O W

Here we lay. In the murky waters of our own tears.

E m e r a l d s . O f . T h e . S u n

Emeralds of the sun.  Circles of imperfect perfection.  Dripping with crimson and milk.  Offer your somber hand.

U N T I L • T O M O R R O W

Death becomes birth.Life becomes death.Until tomorrow.