Devout fingers linger
The shout breaks air, more air to bear, a movement from the skin. Again so thin a feeling within when touching her soft white skin.
Nathaniel Inman
A parasite within
My knees hit the ground as my hands clutch my stomach, acceptance creeping in. The sloshing stops for a moment, the parasite likely pondering the sudden absence of screaming just before.
Which b**** to love above all others
Memories of others who came before,
Their images age like wine,
A thought or two,
We never knew,
Our paths might intertwine.
Please shut the hell up
Don't be too subtle lest your meaning fall ill, the torn
vocabulary short of reprise - to save the begotten man
a moment of monotony.
Pick the flower
Pick the flower Maiden Trill, the descant tone to play
the part. She fills her heart the better against the leaves at
feet who rot.