The shadow arrives as every night. She tears upon my skin. My pain is their greatest delight. They open the fear I hold within. Claws that rip and tarnish my soul. Teeth that nibble and bite. Soon I find pleasure in my shadows control. I surrendered witho...
We’ve been lying on the carpet, wrapped in each other’s arms, listening to our own heartbeats slow down, as well as that of the other. There doesn’t seem to be a need to talk with Edward. There’s a sense of calmness and ease. Slowly, Edward turns his head...
In my journal of poetic love, versus Argus eyedAs I scribe the vermilion with a darker shadeFeeling quintessence of silence calling my nameFearing no evil and feeling no painUnder the gleam of the magenta moonIn absentia of cellophaneAwaiting my shadow-lo...
