valentin
A dabble in supine flesh Thin under the finger tips, A lace of poppy bruises nested under your skull, troubled skin dashing at your cheeks then forming tears that rush over the sculpted cliffs. Hollows, shade and shadow the creeping desce…
Amidst the foyer and the fray, Life seemingly crumbled into disarray Should a death have marked this day? It split the seams and opened wide, reaching for hungry entrails and the bereaved casket. And now everything melts to pale, Lying b…