Wrapping Backwards

Something about losing small pieces - an errant tooth, the color in my hair, the smell of autumn as father held my hand, fading vision / a kidney butchered under failing hands, and time a butterfly flapping backward through time, wrapping itself in strands fading memories wandering banter stolen kisses amongst the shrubbery, the illicit … Continue reading Wrapping Backwards

Deva Victrix

A shrine carved from rock, her face - now flesh molded by wind, by years - still worthy of worship, eyes upon her war, upon yours, her martial song is the wind that carves... (skin of night, lean cheek, flinted eyes, blood-filled lips parting) the last time... she only moaned that song - and then … Continue reading Deva Victrix