Tag: journeys
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Into thin air.
The Lady of Shadows holds in one hand a spear half as tall as she, and her shoulders are covered in jet feathers, opalescent and oily in the light of the mood, as if light is afraid to touch her mantle. Her voice is like black velvet or dark chocolate. “The question is… are you […]
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digging
time to delve deep into shadows & caves slip into woods’ hallowed hollows time to dig dirt lift lichen stone ride fierce winds & drink of deep pools dream harder alone time to open dolmen doors & to shift betwixt eldritch planes breathe outré & write new songs again
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Through the wood.
The moon casts cool light to etch colder shadows as stars rain across the canopy of sky. I could enjoy the view at any other time, but I find myself drawn along the path, the scent of apple cloying and pulling me along the narrow path leading away from the water’s edge. A flutter of […]
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Reporting in
After the torrid post yesterday, I owe it to people to report in today. I’ve been busy working my ass off and haven’t really had an opportunity to post anything meaningful today. Hence, the relative radio silence. There is also not much to report. I could have used some deep sleep last night, but loud […]
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nyctohylophobic blind/
bound by ørlǫg those things already writ a noose tightening in grip and fit i ache to brush away stone solid fates: such is the way of immature wishings cast to unfavorable tides am i mad? are flames viewed behind cloth-tied eyes just another added torture? if so, stitch my mouth shut to pair it […]
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enervation/
wearied walking mounds memories buried masks dig through the dust of ancestors or self maybe madness i am certain — it is me searching me in this corrupted clay i poured myself into nighttime bleeding the universe feeding on the flesh and soul of my being severed to fused and cauterize with an obsidian blade […]
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visitations/
the ghost comes when beckoned brushes against me soft wisp before bound off to mists again guarding the guardian reclamation
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