Love Asks For Altars But I Burn Like A Match
Vengeful swans, shattering Earth's larynx, haunt the moon's barren womb, engineering nests…
Read more →Father, anchor and blade, shatters mirrors, sculpting the boy, his own etched reflection.
father shatters the mirror to show the lad again father
father rememorates the glass no man can name father
father shrouds the belt wreathed beneath the bad father
father respires the night of iron & prayer unsaid father
father raises the wall & feels his hands shake father
father hammers quietude where no words break father
father coaches hellish hunger as its own benison father
father genuflects to gashes that brand itself lesson father
father trains the seed in the art of withholding father
father engraves tears inside their own holding father
father deserts the chair yet summons shape father
father fleshes out shadow to find his escape father
father beholds the boy run barefoot through his eyes father
father bleeds the bloody being who still strives to rise father
father obliterates haven that once was warm father
father echoes the echo that thrives to form father
father baptizes himself anchor & blade father
father fires up the end where he stayed father
father purrs the grave like incarcerated toy father
father remains father who remains the boy father
father hannan susurrates the silence into storm father
father turns to stripling who ventures to transform father