plum

sweet plum sticky on pale fingers

Bliss

at peace.

dawn

dawn blankets the town in glowing rays of heat.

kissing the stars

You and I, in this space together.

Dear Spring

waiting for warmer days.

Boreas’ Melody

and Boreas played his harp through the night.

rainy days

the lingering sadness (or happiness) of rain.

stories of flesh and bone

imploding from within, my skin melts and my bones crack into tiny white shards. MILD GORE/BODY HORROR WARNING.

What Once Was

what once was is nothing now.

Mountain Secrets

the sunlight who burns away all secrets is locked from the underground secrets.