Yesterday’s Moon – 2

Walking barefoot on the grass, she feels the dew on her cheeks. She reads his coldness a thousand times. Hiding tears in the night, the moon watches her plight.He takes the ice in his malt and gulps it down to the heart. Frozen... it feels, ready to tear her apart. His hands shiver, as he... Continue Reading →

Masters of the Game

just like cigaretteit all goes up in smokered as emberthe heart burnsetched into the wallsecho screams of my silencefour letter wordschange their coursecelebrations of delighta theatrical geniusunderneath the mulching suffocate what remainsthere are days of unbecomingthere are days of schemingand with all that manipulationyou... I become Masters of the Game

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