In a seance of blue, failing light, speaking to the deadbut not in metaphors of flowers or sleepy-time hoursaround the mahogany torrid glory, sinister eventin the shadows, quicken for a deadly eventbuilding in tempo, to my regret as the air thickens...

  When I'm restless Turn me into a cat So I can curl up on your lap   When I'm low  Turn me into a raven So I can fly above the hills   When night is dull Turn me into a moth So I can dance around the flames   Turn...

I paused my poetry to feel the weight of my injuries bearing, alone, my cross of depression seeking salvation in suffering finding, instead, the reverse for writing poetry is healing every word my heart  repairing my soul's open gaping wounds stitched whole by verse   08/28/2025, Gahddess_Worship

             “I had a vision of fucking my ex’s mother the shit was not rightEspecially, while standing over her grave at the funeral site,            “Honestly it was a vision that became our secret sexual realityBecause for over a year...

saphires flash, spells fall from my lipsthe spirits are talkingyour codes are getting my attentionmy eyes don't look for what my soul knowsyou're there talking to metriggering an affectionate alliance between uspulling me into the nether realmstar stunting in...