samedi

~ SOLITARY SYNAESTHESIA

To those who are putrefying...



    Muse:
    Won't you meet
    My friends,
    Companions
    In my journey?

    Livid corpses
    Left behind,
    Frigid cadavers
    Rotting from the inside.

    Id? Ego:
    A river running dry.














Emily Dickinson's axiom
Emily Dickinson's Axiom...