1 min readAug 12, 2020
What was the name of that emotion?
Split to the embers,
Trace of ash take in the slow step to the northern side of never land.
There the dreams blend to the backdrop of Yesteryear, illusions stacked upon strang rhthymes of hate slowly collidein with the fevers of now.
Reality was silver spooned delight,
Tuesday the last cherry for your
Ravenous tounge.