poetry – Autumn Eternal Fiction

Scheherazade

In some ways I am luckier It is not every night I must Distract a glut’nous mind with what Few dreams I have to spare I try to picture daily dread Imprisoned in those perfumed silks Awaiting night, and knowing I Must lay my soul to bare For her a lord whose mercy came WhenContinue reading “Scheherazade”

Denouement

it is finally quiet the form on the floor that is for now still alive wonders when its world was last free of noise at its sides blood is pooling to meet chalk outlines not yet drawn and above it the ceiling light is unyielding and impossibly bright moments ago before the other left soContinue reading “Denouement”