Heroic Curiass

You gift me armor In leather and spikes Patches of property And runes of power Lush to the scent That all at once Smells of incense bombs And demon blood Perfumed by and To be picked clean Of impurity Receiving a guard Drawing card and sword “I will set you free” To drink white-hot realityContinue reading “Heroic Curiass”

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