Tag: poem
Just Go Home
marks
bursts of red and blue stars framed in bronze soaked into my flesh stained fast as day dawns a brush of fingers or of clothes takes me back to the place and time we joined together the story written on my face those who call it sickness the beasts that we become have simply never…
need
finger to lips
better a promise remain unspoken than to be made and then be broken
For Nosferatu
when we used to hang together neither of us cared what anyone else had to say about it and if anyone dared we would just laugh the same laugh giving the same sideways smile that we both got from our dear fathers who both pushed us the extra mile when i told you that you’re…