Penned by Western

We spin and around and past in common time, The sun sets as it wills and not by we, Pulling constellations for me to climb, And in their...

Frozen fingers, red at the knuckles and tips, the ghost of ghastly veins pulsing under paper-thin skin. Icy cold and temperature...

His calloused hands graze my neck the tender touch igniting the feeling of warmth of protection of love the perfect man…

Trigger warning: reference to death

My breath Rattles through my lungs like the old skeleton rattles his bones My heart Shivers as the cobwebs sway in the breeze My blood...

You left in a burning haze Like the sun, never looking back, you drowned over the horizon. The sky a canvas of gradients My pale lonely...