Let the Music Trickle Down

Let the music trickle down

your intricate skin,

beautiful child,

as the heat of night blows over it.

Lay down your hopes

by our feet,

darling one,

and we will savor them for ourselves.

Let us drink from you,

honey and milk,

the golden promise of our lady,

as we trance across the ancient world.

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Fern

This was an early picture that I took with my mum's first digital camera. I had lots of fun with the macro function in our backyard and in some of the parks in our little town. That was before I was made aware that people would usually deal drugs in those parks and was forbidden to go. I went anyways.

Just Take My Soul

Just take my soul, piece by piece, rip it apart, dissolve it and pour it down the drain. I'll be better off among my own, among the dead. You think I'm a liar, maybe I am. Who knows what's real anyway? I can see my world slowly dissolving around me. I wish I could burn my skin and flesh away, dissolve with my world into nothingness - a fast, floating dream without any impact. Is now the time to say goodbye?

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