What are the whispers that we hear but can't begin//To decipher or descry despite how we begin//To see inside our mind things that can't come from within...
Can’t Come From Within
Evening Spinners
And now my head's fraught with an array of cosmic innards...
The Edge of All We Know
Minutiae who play guardian at the edge of all we know...
Sidereal Kiss, Pt.II
The way the aurora pulsed along your back Fitting in-between your shoulder blades Massaging your neck How, for a moment, your toes curled and you gasped Bitter cold tide caressing your sides These symptoms, my beck I became time making senses dull and wrack Fluid comets nipping your jawline Stars come to collect It all starts spinning, this stellar... Continue Reading →
December Rose 