rope burns and broom stick rashes Are the morning reminders of a Night spent hiding from Shadows Whispers […]
i have a house in it’s garden i plant dead trees keep them with soil of ashes swaying […]
you crawled under my skin into every inch you fit in then poured in some more until cracks […]
the longer you stay fixed in no motion the more the ground pleads whispers to echoes for your […]
shadow hunter you battle darkness but slay empty air silent whisper in the embrace of echoes coaches on […]
I met trackers today you know what they do they look at dust and sand misplaced because of […]
i await you at the gates roses at the ready when you return tired limbs dragging you home […]
