Into the Abyss
I am where Poseidon rest his head at night and holds his trident beneath the Earth. My arms know no limits until I meet the sky. As the sun’s eyes grew weary from a day of burning its rays in a delicious warmth – ...
Lost Wedding
She is a dress that is the face of a ghost It almost reflects her soul as she wishes To escape the prison especially As she hears the priest say “holy matrimony.” She is a dress that shows virginity She has not been broken into And yet ...
