My mind is very free and hates to be constrained. My heart has an on and off switch and no dimmer. So as my mind wanders, my heart blazes shut, and the two can never agree on what.
Author: amelia admin
Evensong: The Stormchaser
Taste of the silken web I’ve woven on the weaver’s beams. I sat belowdecks, hunched, ankles against knees, crossing my fingers and sighing for your skin, conceptualizing hekatontakismyrioi in my head and wishing I might hold one in my hands. I bit my lip. The oil tipped out of the lamp and splattered burning…
Tired
The world is such a bubble I can’t believe I’ve stood atop it in hobnail boots, and it hasn’t popped all this time. My eyes fail in one night of exhaustion. Lord, please let me sleep. I can’t sleep. For some reason, I can’t sleep. I’m tired, so, so tired. My eyes are failing, and…
Nothingness Itself
A deepening, richening, falling as children die asleep. Her eyelids clink shut. The warm malleability, the snuggle smell of oatmeal and softly guzzled milk, fade, leave empty fingers, broken eggshells, empty palms. The dark closes, and the cradle is a marble horror. Nothing can’t be knocked away but nothingness itself. Desire pulls my hand…