the dark stirs and I with itrising to caress midnight and it's sorrowthere is no need to worry in the depths I am keptsilent to the nighta perfectly imperfect beingswaying to the pulse of my madnessmy tongue singing a...

She stands just beyond my reach,unfolding slow, like she knows I’m watching. Petals pale against the dark,her scent thickens the air,sweet, heavy, made to be breathed in deep. I want her in my hands, in my grip,but she stays just where...

PrefaceLady from Hell.Many years ago, as a child, I nearly escaped the jaws of hell. A hell that came veiled as an elder with a gentle face and soft, raspy voice. I remember her to this day as the...