Pure

It’s a fine line between death and life,in those threads of time when I’m under you,I feel death.I die every time your hand strums my skin,every time my breath stops and I drift on a web of hypnotised ecstasy. It’s a fine line between death and life,and I wish for death when you touch me.DeathContinue reading “Pure”

Phoenix

Stick me in fire,there are visions I wish to see.How flesh melts,and bone turns to black then grey. How embers swallow screams,and tongues of flame crackle as they feed.How silence settles as ash sits,while fire cools and dies. Show me visions of-how finally a wing tip reaches,breaching the soil and-how slowly as it rises,soil andContinue reading “Phoenix”