Cold Embers

Brittle hair and brittle bones -  The price of perfection. Skin is flaking, teeth are aching, Grey lips stretched across them. * Ice forms from the inside out, Such as death comes upon a corpse. No meat and no heat, The embers of a fire, slowly dying. * Naked. Neglecting nature, Scrutiny, scrutiny, scrutiny -… Continue reading Cold Embers



Nothingness plagues the streets And decays the Body. Delicate pressure deteriorates the  Delicate surface on which we are grounded. * Existence reeks of instability. Rain packs the cracks, unfilled by The Protector, as it tumbles  Relentlessly from black skies.  * A desperate reaching for more Drives a wedge between parts of  The Body, who can't… Continue reading Liberty