exoblivion : Writing

To sing to the frozen nightshade glory of all

To sing to the frozen nightshade glory of all

A Poem by exoblivion


Bones crooked; legs bowedIt slept well but can’t conjureWhat time we livedA perplexed frown discovered my solemn thoughtEscape was an idea worth..
negative space

negative space

A Poem by exoblivion


your disreputable agony is superfluousto all the wind chimes that curse your waytheir whispered cherished hymns that floatcuriously wandering in the b..