Everything said was included.  Please get back, somewhere.

I am on the nine.

I won’t be looking at you anytime soon.  Satin, ink, and lace.  Some things we can’t remember, somethings we can’t forget.

the bed called a grave whispered to me, she had everything, except mercy.

the leading cause of death, is being born

vanilla cinnamon chocolate

stay a bit, keep your peace

the whisper of the breathe that betrays you. the rules of seven, and of iron. the skin i lie next to, and dwell in. the violet that smothers me, and finds me awake.

We all knew it would come.  Hold your breath,

there is something very special about the shadows, something. if you have been there, you know. you can close your eyes, and nothing changes. other senses engage. sounds register a certain way. and, smells elicit the past. it is somewhere between death and life, and also, heaven and hell. it is storms and starlight. and, fog and peace.