Yuletide Cyanide

Torpor, Headaches, Beadaches, Stress, and Snow Here I lie Paralyzed And consumed By you Being bruised And bled Like I’ve wandered Into your web Skin soft like flakes That fall outside How it gives to the touch And how it melts with me Wrapped up as I’m In your cocoon Bandaging me in slik SpunContinue reading “Yuletide Cyanide”

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