I never thought I would choose to describe the moon’s allure, her soft presence as a shard
The Choice is Mine
I've decided I'm no longer going to suffer I'm done with pain I'm over grief I've suffered enough
A Warning to Lovers
a secret meeting gone awry
a supposed cold room turned to a boil
she was filled to the brim with bile
Ad Hoc Decay-Part 4
To crack open.
Like the smile of an addict
Ad Hoc Decay-Part 3
Not sure if it was a dream
or reality, self-distorted.
Mind The Mess On Mondays 