Fallen Domain.

What was that you said to me? How I’ve displayed acceptably, the writer of my poetry, the whittler of my money, my most treasured things, set on fire and slow burning, a fuse attached to everything, a gas tank that’s sputtering; What was that you threw at me? When neither of my hands was empty, […]

Fallen Domain.

Razor-Wire.

You wanted it… you just had to get, you begged for it: a piece of me… and then, that was it – I did accept, the invitation sent, maybe ungraciously… I showed up one day, when the skies were grey, guess you hadn’t been, expecting me… but there I was, plenty of space to smash […]

Razor-Wire.