Dark night can’t hold you, not just yet,
despite this spring tide shine.
Run back inside and don’t forget
to warm that wretched wine!
Monthly Archives: April 2017
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Like a stretched-out cat, she gazes into a
melting mirror but does not know herself.
Her reflection stares back vacantly, neither
offering insight into past’s predicaments nor
future’s footsteps.
sweat, tears, or the sea
2. Slang: EDandO
If we could rip away our skin
and love the blood that drips within,
this hate that soils our world with pain
would vanish like a morning rain.
sundry folly 