Thyrza Writing

They lingered in the wake of their own death; Pulsing Against every vein of life, heavy and diaphanous and silky and coarse, Slipping..

Someday is the focal point, today is spent in a dismal joint, Where reality is crushing, and everyone is rushing To reclaim a youth long gon..

I’m intent on happiness, even for one measly hour- A single night of impure delight would improve a life so sour. Give me something ..