Grey Prayers

Hems stitched, itching grooves

Mitres made, gravestone hard

Dampened dew, juniper frosting

One small lantern still burns with a fading hope

Scottish two step

There's Things That I Regret

Keep chasing I've been to the end and back.

Brain Fodder

Tangled webs, frozen hands, white eyes, black heart

Touch my prism, the nucal fold, tear along my dotted line

Uneven edges blurred by time, burn them, melt them smooth

Umbilical pull entwines us both, show me hope