Trick Well

Under the veil Of fallen leaves Netted by branches, Old brick and clay That once held glory In a cool crystal drink, Now barren, still crawling As life abounds In the damp. You wait in desire Of a careless step To end in broken bones And the inevitability Of death. As you are alone No one will hear the cries Muffled in your depths. You skeleton shall claim Many lives, In vengeance of those Who abandoned you.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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