and this world as we know it

There is nothing to do Except drink the wine,

The skies They tell

"Alice. Why did you do it?" "They were laughing."

Velvet, warm and pale. My fingers trace the rivers of your veins.

Did your heart swell with pride? Your cock-swollen power?

Pale hands flutter against a clear cold sky Wings flap and furl

I came to you with a million stories and dreams.

Black salve embeds in your heart, as incantations spew from your thickening lips,

The beauty of death's stillness is underappreciated. The waxy repose of the face, eyes wide and sightless, breath frozen on silent lips. Watching the slow fade of a rosy cheek, like summer's last bloo...

We are circling ourselves. Dusty footprints lead to the water's edge.

We walk these corridors once a month. More often if things aren't going well. The loud whoosh of the electric doors as they open, and close, thrusting us into the chaotic corridors.