BrionyIvy Writing

The blistering rub Of hot humanity makes me shudder As I peel away the sinuous scales To reveal a rippling oily shade. He whispers ..

You're not even gone but I feel you Slipping, gliding through my fingers Slowly like black molasses. If it was quick, like a red burn ..

Upon the green, behind the Church The ancient Yew sits quietly To keep you in an earthy bind A constant, dark but warm embrace. ..