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Mind of phosphorous It burns, even In the absence of air, Burns in water, Burns in blood. These eyes are burning. Their fire..

She has made the long journey From nightmare To the waking world. Her piercing blue Dead eyes Bore further into meWith each footfall. ..

The death-voice Whispers, Delicate, graceful susurrations In the corners of consciousness, Are never far away. They promise the s..

Pale death-thoughts, Having arisen from The oily depths, Bob grotesquely on the surface. Their bloated faces split By vacuous decayin..

Deep Blue Sky The summer sun shimmered in the cornflower blue sky like a demented eye, prompting Tom to squint and search for a seat in the..

Hera, In what dark chambers of thought Did your jealous rage Hatch the plan To send smooth undulating death-dealers, Tongues flick..

Narcissus, by the clear pool, pined for love, tormented by the beautiful, unattainable image reflected in its cool waters. ..

Does she ever think of me, I wonder? And if she does, does she smile, or turn her face away?2 Feb 16

Inside, there is a scream clamouring for release, but to allow for functioning, it is pushed down. This, my smothered baby, ha..

Happiness does not grow in this garden. The seeds of Grief are sown too deep: Her thorny vines enmesh and smother the heart, an..