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...
Tag: sleep
Portrait of the Sun
I lay down finally among brambles and found my shadow already there bleeding from an open vein...
Whisper in the Dark
Some nights I would come to in a different bed, woken by a word whispered in the dark...
Winter Comes
As the world freezes, doorways are opened to a sleeping darkness.Some try to keep hold of the sun’s warmth, but it must melt away,A slow march, time pulling a long night over the worldMarked by a solstice—night of ice and shadow when dread lords walk the EarthWorshipped by followers who cannot see the light beyond …
