These hills feel colorless...
Witness Ash
Tag: silence
Spectacle
This noose we share around our necks in dying light becomes a fuse...
Ash and Entropy
Let burn the prophet’s voice and tally every word commanded...
Sirocco
Walking where the midnight sun meets the light of breaking day...
All Too Real
On soft winds the screams can be heard— a slowly overwhelming, neverending cacophony...
Anton
Anton considered Alster’s claim, then cast his mind out to the dark reaches of the manor, probing at alcoves and passageways for the touch of a stranger. Almost he felt that he could hear someone breathing, as of a hidden soul within the walls of his home.
Wildflower Skies
The world was satin on that day stitched to me by windspun thread all the skies billowing on gentle winds...
No More, No Less
I know that if I just dig deeper, carve enough of myself away— a pound of feathers and a pound of flesh—when all is said and done I’ll find an end...
Digital Relics
Rushing in to find things hidden in the dust— digital relics left behind to waste away, to rust in the rain coming through a broken ceiling...
Wax Moonlight
The bite came bloodless, tearing away at a dead soul in search of fire...
Starving
What answers wait among the lights of heaven beyond sorrow and the death of all things?
Walls that Speak
Into the cracks in the walls, crawling like ice on the face of a corpse, the words come and go sometimes...
Sink
I saw where solid rock turned into shadow from far above something I’ll never know...
Survival Charade
Eyes out of night beyond transcendence come alive in a charade before the masses...
Earth and Sky, Sun and Moon
They came in through cracks in the walls, crawling down to hide in the shadows and surround me with their silence...
