Crow.

“The dead shall rise again” cawed he, resting on my shoulders; always preaching. “The roads to hell go through the heaven, the path to heaven is of thorns and blood” His claws dug deeper, every time I looked away, the voice denser, the further we tread, “lift your head up and show your shame” My … Continue reading Crow.

Necessary evil.

Your lips merged into mine like thorny vines, painted red with my blood; I squeeze you into me easing our souls at war. The friction between us set the house on fire as we lay in bed, colliding, burning in desire. My salty skin cherishes your fingernails digging in, rashes, paving way to paradise, tonight … Continue reading Necessary evil.