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
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Had an idea for a new story. We’ll see what happens…
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The Light is On 
3 responses to “Wretched”
Are you okay? Having a bad day?
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I’m doing alright! Was it the poem? Sometimes they come out a little dark for some reason haha. Hope you’re doing well. Cheers (:
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Yeah, the poem was a little dark; that’s why I asked. Glad you’re doing okay. 🙂
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