No vision of the sun laid bare, only distorted reflections through desert haze...
Tag: writing
Carried by the Tide
I think it was the waves lapping at the rocks that really drove it home...
The Hanged Man
The clouds that morning were the kind that said someone, somewhere, had been hanged in the night.
The Withering
So heavy is the burden of a constant rain, watching it splash in little puddles on the window sill, the droplets collecting just to overflow...
A Voice Softly Calling
This is the emptiness that brings absolution, the long-sought silence, the deep breath before a blind leap...
Visions of the Sea
And to the ship with sails unfurled on red horizons said the wind, ‘Come follow me’...
Sensation in Shadow
Sensation in shadow is this intoxication breathing in the vapors together and watching the walls turn to rivers flowing away...
Slow Circles
It’s always night when new horrors come. Only in the hours between consciousness, the dreamwalker’s realm...
Knife Edge
Skin pressed to a glass wall, flesh taken the shape of servitude and lungs filled with a feeling of dying...
Apple Blossoms
I knew before I even left that place that I would return again one day of many to see the waters flow...
Verses
And it came to pass that shadows fell, and the people did bow before the darkness...
The First Ritual
Those on the road wailing at the stars came to the crossroads and met eyes smoldering...
Sink
I saw where solid rock turned into shadow from far above something I’ll never know...
Liebster Blog Award
Thanks to Tim from Unforsenities for the nomination!
Hieroglyphs
It isn’t all one single phosphorescence, clinging to our exhaled breath for dear life...
