The horde

Astride a tattered apishamore, the gossamer flesh of perception interflows with her own translucence Harassed by the frenzied sycamores, as they gaure through contempt and dissonance They blindly hurl their calumnies, rendering her angelic glow foredone She bears in this chaos her harmony, smearing just running kohl into war paint Emboldened by the vile loess,Continue reading “The horde”