Scratches and scuffles Withering paper roses bloom under me Frustration, stress, disappointment Rivers flow from my furiously writing...

Deep in the ocean, the waters pitch black and merciless, a fish exhaled softly. And a bubble was born. Obsidian Midnight ...

I dreamt of you last night you and me wax melting into each other forming around our skin your hands are not strangers to my skin your...