I am sunk In the mire Of his id The malignant Overwhelming Crumbling facade The lack of compassion The words like shards Of petrified bile That slice through a smile So fake that it’s news An attack on my senses Of justness and good Grabbing my soul Pulling me under I am drowned In the … Continue reading #D


I hear the trees whispering secrets, laced with venom, blossomed spite. “We’ll kill Old Winter in his sleep, And rule merrily forever! Nobody wants ice and snow!” And I answer ever so quietly, ‘I do.’ The heat fumes up before me, Sticky palms, nervous beads, The wind invades me and my skirts, I blush prettily … Continue reading Bound