He breaststrokes through the bogland, with a mind, twilight-kissed, thoughts too heavy to keep him adrift So succumbs to algedonic toxicities, of wayward desperate diversions, yea, sly reality perversions Breathing retribution when his face embraces the mire, beclouded, befuddled, malicious memories afire A pyre, now his form, drawn to depths by the quag, his ensuantContinue reading “Heartland”


The maiden skipped on butterflies To keep her high above the lies When she unleashed the gossamer Deceiving souls belonged to her Her justice reigns from fingertips From firebrand and whisper‘n lips O’er web like blood inside her vein Now scorched they‘ll never lie again