Wretched

Ink in the deepest veins

coursing and flooding out to the plains

choked and wretched breathing

miasma where the pure should dwell

broken and yet so right, this alchemical spell

a balm to the wayward magus

crawling toward the promises made

when secrets bled and died

among a forest of tall reeds

stumbling along the road to solstice

Had an idea for a new story. We’ll see what happens…

Photo by Katrin Hauf on Unsplash

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