I have moments within a world of destruction
where those miniscule words are the fire...

I cling to my hairbrush,
Genetically attached...

I was a feeder of souls
Living with trolls...

My mind is controlled by
societies whispers - I hear...

I have written many times about our love,
but do the shadows know about that moment...

It's amazing how
much I can keep hidden...

Tired eyes, of a sleepless night
drinking coffee, a wretched sight...

Stone, shadowy edges...

She completes the exit
in a soft whisper, as her...

my dragon; my love
conjuring a bewitched dream...

And she whispered-
Dare I walk around...

Feet become fireflies in the night
of hushing, rushing chaos, birds...