Epiphanies And Rhapsodies Of Iridescent Mind...

It Was The Secret In Her Eyes That I Could Never Derive. Derided And Disregarded. But I Couldn't Twitch A Brow. I Was A Mute Watcher. A......

On Birthdays I Over-think, About Your Enthusiasm And Touching Upon The Furthest End Of Being Formless I Ponder, Mother What It Felt To Think Before Self-knowing, In That Mediated Dreamscape. Was It…...

She Rinsed Her Mouth With His Blood. The Salty Taste Made Up For All The Bitterness She Had Kept Hidden Beneath Her Tongue All These Years. She Described His Blood As The Slumber In A Cloudy Aftern…...