Each and Every Cloud

For everyone. May Love be bold and strong, likewise, may love wither and die that the heart might live. "Each and Every Cloud" - Recorded 2/13/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Each and every cloudWishingFold neatInWalletFishingSeatPocketMine.9Save forNext time SacredSighsListeningNakedThighsTo beKissingGlistening-breathe-LickingSweat toTasteWetBristlingWait stateMissingYour breathMy neckGreat sexNo blessApexLess textBad betYour heartMyPetHeavySet getReadyBreak levyWasteEveryChasteReverieLikeSoiled … Continue reading Each and Every Cloud

Flowers in the Snow

For you; yes, you. For us. For what comes next. "Flowers in the Snow" - Recorded 1/10/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Broke crust; boot to Earth.In winter's step, new to grow.Descend to(o), sanctum deep.Observe: bones,Picked clean, long ago.Mid-day, sun gleam.Bright light, dark though. Bow now.Lit, torch.Cast toWhite glow. New ground.New … Continue reading Flowers in the Snow

Poetry Reading – “Black Magic Can Heal Too”

I wrote this piece in early 2020, one of few pieces as I came out of a relatively hectic part of my life in which writing was sparse due in part to a series of traumatic experiences, overall stress, and a lack of general self-care as a result. This piece was a reflection, a delve … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Black Magic Can Heal Too”

The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)

A thick, black fog hangs low over this place now. Long shadows cast by rolling waves of darkness spilling across the houses and walkways. With each passing second, breathing becomes increasingly labored.   The windswept streets grow empty and desolate, As the life that once filled them hides behind doors and walls of brick, As … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)

The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part I (We Must Be Loved)

Poison cloud still hangs from Imploded Vapor Mystic; Thought she'd been left behind, Turns out she had left her mind. Departure left void that None could fill Were they to even find Path through darkened mist of Dead, decayed, undefined. Mirror fold and Shatter, Must now see Not two but three, Not I but we, … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part I (We Must Be Loved)