A place for evoking dark poetry and other comforts


Cold from feverish sleep I woke
dissuaded by the enchanting moon glaze
burning bright as ever on
mahogany boards which I lay
a host of reaching arms
attached to a ghastly phantom
teetering on flaccid imagination
reaching..sleight of hand
preaching…flesh on demand
breaching…. against the feeling
of her fingers touch mine
I Remained, clutching back and forth
Rocking in a sense that splatter illusions
Fester under the veil of many corset strings
Charming and bewitched
Not to be missed
Vores Notes :  Part dream, part 10 minute practice session,  All obscure


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