©2023 michael raven
other than silence there was only the tick tocking of the grandfather hall clock locked into eleventh hours chatter without a meaning staring into the night and everything grey watchers, custodians who watches us watching the cloud-masked skies? diamonds black, greasy fingers fingering until everything marred spiders like clockwork in your hair i think i loved to drown in your maelstrom eyes but the jagged blade came out and we and we ennui i will lace up your corset and give you black flowers before you taste blood tongue and mouth writhing in your arms in dreams, worms we go bump in the night on my knees begging you please i'll get it right tonight tonight tonight
Simply brilliant 👏👏👏
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So beautiful!
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Thank you 😀
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