In archaic lore,   bold spiders rise and fall.Her web woven in flamboyance,    then at her leisure,  she feasts each day   on fools she tempted as her prey.  So, it was the end of the moth.  Her delicate wings flailed,  she...

I knew I had to stop the bleeding,so I entered mental health treatment,and though I am stitched back together,my mind, soul and body are disconnected.I can no more live in an imaginary shelter.No! I want to live in wild...

It’s a firestorm  that rages… and whirls… within my body,  that no hand of sanity can smother.  My innards burn,  my blood boils,  the flesh upon me bubbles.   Sane, as I may have been before,  the virtues that encased...