winter;lyra : Writing

[ knit onion rings]

[ knit onion rings]

A Poem by winter;lyra


knit onion rings my briefly wed vampires transpire into my night trades say, did you extract his bile? that which is essential for the concotion ..
The Grand Inquisitor: Reprise

The Grand Inquisitor: Reprise

A Poem by winter;lyra


pardoned ghosts all these fiery boats rationed bowls for he who was and still is in that image erect out his tomb and fumes with clues of eterni..
fairies

fairies

A Poem by winter;lyra


doctor, have you lifted my liver with a stiff touch, if you please indistinct from that of death see, I've produced it from my guts this fear whos..
olive trees

olive trees

A Poem by winter;lyra


oh no my olive trees diseasoned host these shades inflated states of gray my ego nation disease stricken casts no forms other than strung I..
virgins of the praerie

virgins of the praerie

A Poem by winter;lyra


these mad boarsdone chased the babes off the praeriebetrothen tools, these fools lack providencetheir virgins deprived of the touch of Godthey will se..
galleys

galleys

A Poem by winter;lyra


yes I do rob the stallsI cash the lotsscratch the price and roll in dirtdisguise the productI am the roth, the childand the holy spiritsolely follyI a..
[ falling clothes ]

[ falling clothes ]

A Poem by winter;lyra


falling clothesall my soiled virginsundisclosed, tail my toesmarble tiles, and bubbled sightsone of those caught my eyein a putrid scent, animalsin a ..
a pair of shoes and a book

a pair of shoes and a book

A Story by winter;lyra


Right here. Look, but don't actually look. Not at me. I'm sat here but I wish they were instead. Those two boys in my mind, do you wanna know? Well, ..
dry peach

dry peach

A Poem by winter;lyra


bad lipsinsipid yet kissedstripped of itsteep in its trillpeer exchangeis a fierce endangermenta monument to eroswhen not a statement to narcissusone ..
tween bliss

tween bliss

A Poem by winter;lyra


TarnishedIn flightExiled to the furthest novellaUnwelcome in my own dreamBut, what's the excuse for a secretIf not a swindle?So I let my tears runTo c..