Midwinter’s season on her lips,a thawing blush tranquilizes the senses.The dark of winter’s solsticeleaves me no lips to see to kiss.Those pine-green eyes,dusts of snow feathering upon her blushed cheeks.There they melt,glissading down her face.

Long after our black departure,consumed by earth,despite dreams of an immortal memory,we’ll all be forgotten.She has a poetic journal in her keeping,immortalizing her words.An archive of Gothic poetry,holding her inner most desiresof adventure, sex, love and expressionism.Metaphors possessing such...

As I remember, I learn to forgetthe buoyant memories that linger.When I am foundering, I resurface,only to drown in the world’s stigma.As masking as the calm, glassy sheetsegregating this pond of thought is,this curtain between dreamsand the world has...

    Terry wasn't sleeping. Beads of sweat coated her bare body beneath the dampened sheets. And tremors throughout her body twitching her arms and legs at their joints.      Terry was mostly awake when an eyelid creaked open...