#223 (A Banshee In My Closet)

A Banshee in my closet She used to haunt the graveyard but all tombstones were turned the soil had been salted, all the trees¬† had been burned She sung out silver sobs between trousers and tops and her touch made me freeze So I bought me a dresser 'twasn't meant to impress her just a … Continue reading #223 (A Banshee In My Closet)


#218 (counting)

I. your blame was abundant yet the tone quite redundant I was counting my bones you were shining your throne such a waste of emotion that one bitter-sharp notion 'cause you meant oh so well from your smile I could tell II. I keep missing that glint in your eyes when you speak and my … Continue reading #218 (counting)