In a time long ago a girl lay in the woods
Her wings dirty, halo cracked upon the ground...
There’s too much blood here, too much blood to...
in any meaningful way – I spill poetry, and it...
a quest is a kingdom
a quest is a king’s kingdom...
Will we find each other when our worlds grow cold?
lost between the there and now...
How heavy and how
impatient is the river...
Separation is
the only way we prevail...
All these roads are the resultants
of the lashings...
You love me now.
~Ticking clock, ticking clock...
I regret most of our conversations,
especially the important ones...
The nights are starting to stretch into early
evenings – where there once was a boundless...
I'm an early bird
who decided to hit the hay...
there is no going back,
her voice echoed...