A Tiny Screeching Demon

  she blew in on rotten air her eyes dark and bitter green her lips the shade of plum…cresting a wave of lies a virtual shroud dressing the whore of  insecurity and yes when I peered close I could see a smaller version of myself mirrored there a poor child yet in her case the ageing didContinue reading “A Tiny Screeching Demon”


the cotton river weaves its army tells a story of gore and glory coursing with deliberate delicacy perfect  rows and streams of golden soldiers and courtesans the flesh cushioned and fine swinging side by side contained but left to the hand of time under the gaze of heavy feet and feigned royalty they curl towardContinue reading “Tassels”

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