Nightshade.

Dance on my coffin.

 

                                                                                                                       Would you?

 

Stomp me  d

                         e

                                  e

                                           p

                                                    e

                                                           

                                                                    within the earth, I want to be able to taste mother's nature. 

 

The man in the tophat told me my soul looked delicious.

So, I traded it for two pennies therefore that I may have passage,

silly me for thinking that I would ever get across. 

 

I'm a walking cadaver.                                                                       Do you think any physicians would have me?

Internally I'm fucked and maybe they know it. 

 

The sky was bare above the fashionable foliage.

Atleast my lips were beautifully red,

kissed by the nightshade.

I was feeling a little underdressed. 

 

His eyes were black.

They say the darker the color the riper and sweeter the berry.

I watched as he ate my essence in one selfish gulp. 

 

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There are many darkened

There are many darkened layers to your language lately, although still captivating and interesting. I like how you add shape and direction with the presentation of the structure here and elsewhere. "Deeper" as Six letters descending like Six feet. That technique adds depth to the experience of this. Not only speaking but shaping your themes as well. You continue to push yourself with the art of this plane stretching it to keep up with your visions. Strong talent.


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.

 

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This plane is adventurous. 

Thanks for stopping by. 


"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo