a poem.
withering flower.
Tag: stories
the cave.
My head spins from the heady grape fresh on my tongue, I think back to that night in the room that was more a cave than a club. It was filled with voices louder than a hymn, And the light darker than sin. When I watched you glide through the crowd, Like a silhouette in [...]
the pain of reality.
a poem.
champion.
a poem.
miss mephistopheles 