by breathwords | May 6, 2020 | Drink In the Dark
my heart is made for warming my words are meant for screaming my mind is an autumn sun, and my soul is a winter moon you said i am a spell waiting to be conjured you move within my madness, fingers lingering between my meanings i ask you to pick your poison, and you...
by breathwords | Jan 20, 2017 | Bittersweet Breaths, Extended Exhalations
Stifled, this air I breathe, hope overshadowed by sadness for humanity, the press of cold ink, signed, sealed, delivered while he preaches behind a smug grin and dangerous promisings of fear and loathing, ill-contained, his black magic showing, poison in the...
