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Black clouds slide across the sky like long slender fingers, greedily grabbing stars in large heavy handfuls. “The moon looks cracked,” he says, as he exhales smokey black fingers with every word, greedily grabbing her in large heavy handfuls. “No, we can’t,” her voice cracks, sliding out from his grasp, drifting further apart on wind pushing slender black fingers, stealing stars in large heavy handfuls. “Why not?” he asks, taking another drag from long slender fingers, waiting for answers a...

Its presence sensed, lingering like patchouli incense burned to mask the gagging stench, the unnatural chemical synthesis, not covering but creating a new staleness. Not strong enough to smother the scent of decay, steeped in every bed frame, every pillow, every sham, stained with traces of her tears left by black mascara tracks. Mourning lost innocence, lost years, a new found fear of loneliness. Buried and screaming in a tomb they renovated, she breaks down, crumbles, decomposes in the holl...

Why do I only know myself in the midnight hours when night has sleeped everything in dream and only I am awake to face your clear familiar face? A reflection of myself I see in your translucent eggshell smile, full-faced, nestling in a bed of blackness. Through darkness your knowing glow, a beacon, finds me searching and gleams until I of lunar mind can see more clearly. Why in this light do I feel more whole than the husk of bones daylight holds, a cracking veneer under sweltering heat revea...

“The Last Tattoo” The last tattoo rolls out along the limestone wall where men, brave and many, fell at the dawn of arms. Age sunken roads ring and tremble as the rattatap tapping taps and bagpipes bellow and blow the cry of the dead sung among the highland moors. Fallen soldiers, sainted dead, fife and horn sound your glory infinite.

Night sky imbued with hues of burgundy and maroon; blunt orange streetlights, like knives, slash the midnight, rip the bloody sky, rend its belly wide open so the blue juts out- the intestinal overhang of celestial mutilation, and I find myself reeling back inside to escape the gruesome scene wondering how anyone can sleep under such a bloody violent sky!