“The wind is howling, turning raindrops into bristling needles on my arms, and in that familiar pain I can almost remember where the scars all started.”

You don’t have to be afraid, My sweet primrose, Of the coming storm. The clouds are rolling in, And in that gray wave The Lions of the sky reign. Their manes, majestic ash, With roars born From a clash of light Fighting to find solid ground. Look past the lightning, And listen for the moments … Continue reading “The wind is howling, turning raindrops into bristling needles on my arms, and in that familiar pain I can almost remember where the scars all started.”

“I saw you again last night, in my dreams. I knew it was a dream, but still…for the first time in weeks I felt warm…”

This body is rejecting me, slowly and slowly. My bones of collagen and calcium phosphate Feel the constant friction of running away. My once solid steps now falter, As if I am walking on sand. The only way I can move Is to burn it all into sharp glass. And so I am a fragile … Continue reading “I saw you again last night, in my dreams. I knew it was a dream, but still…for the first time in weeks I felt warm…”