29 July 2012
Counting stairs.
Snakes at my heels.
Kissing life on the lips.
Sealing the deal.
Eyes cold turning to stone.
Both directions leading home.
Paid in full.
Filling my glass.
Special powers, the blackest flowers.
Blooming, consuming.
Vibrant colors to fool me.
Pulling me in, inviting me to a poisoned tea party.
Your fee:
A single sincerity.
Staircases Leading Nowhere • Opuss № I