wild mood swings, biting tearing wordsaltering the world around mewords are spells they speak things into beingfirst come the dreamsthen the thoughtsthen manifest by the act of believing/talking them into realitya witchery thing? no, this is true of us...

Death drifts into the dimDraw by the smell of blood More dangerous than a tiger More dangerous than a viper More dangerous than a mad man With a mind to killMother mosquito Feeds on the dying Bites into the living The bite of death Drifts off into...

The horizon was higgledy-piggledy,The sky a comforting blue,The sun on the ocean just sparkledWith a stunning metallic hue.The waves that crashed onto the foreshoreHissed with a wild, restless force,Yet still I walked on through the soft sand,For you were...