Wormhole theoryA Poem by Wraith.
Pale iris, gentle blue
petal web, softest skin But above their delicate heads the sky is clotting Vermilion veins casts like chrome needles From the shower head Mordant palm that clutches weeps and butchers Little flowers, torn and tethered Dainty funeral spread out over my legs
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Added on August 24, 2015 Last Updated on August 24, 2015 AuthorWraith.warwickshire, United KingdomAbout“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been.. more..Writing
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