Death is always always theredeath surrounds us embraces us hugs us so so close until she swallows us […]
death
Why can the murder not be lovethe killer and the to be killedendeared enamored albeitdespite or maybe becausetheir […]
the air is death and light is a spiral spinning yearning giving turning Life feeds by devouring itself […]
her skin was made of ice crystals all across the bleak the pale the cold surface of snowed […]
kiss me darling for I have sinned have lain in water crystal clear floating drunken florals softly swam […]
if I had the world all to myself as my own to decorate to build and destroy love […]
half of him glistens in the sun the other burns – weak as skin is; it will one […]
