He
Was the demon at the steering wheel
on our detour to reshape the gates of hell.
I, impatient with passion,
was shadow chained to his sin.
With a halo of fire, nails carved symbols Continue reading “Sin’s Soulmate”
He
Was the demon at the steering wheel
on our detour to reshape the gates of hell.
I, impatient with passion,
was shadow chained to his sin.
With a halo of fire, nails carved symbols Continue reading “Sin’s Soulmate”
Was she
worth knowing
the beautifully tragic
miming merriment faker
riding her own merry-go-round
silently suffering for her showground crowd Continue reading “Mirrored”
“Is that blood?”
She shook her head, wiping her hands on her red-splattered shirt. Continue reading “Exit Strategies”