Poems

Poem 02

The Truth is in Wine! She is her wrist. Acta santorum…She prayed to believe.Take a mandrake root,crush into powder.The cocaine in her mind,lingers still.Measure the belladonna,Add to the mix.Carmine in colour,the bits of pomegranate. White petaled rose,snow in nature.A single featherColoured with rust,with a dash of Valerian- © since 2011/2012 note. This was written for …

Poems

Poem 01

Holding Hands turning the tunes of the broken, beaten music box she cared not for the russet colours her stained finger found. the ballerina beneath the dust danced delightfully in front of her hiding, leaving, nothing turned. wearily winding the knob behind she coxed a smile, smirking sinfully thinking of the times they used to …