Hyst in Book Title.
- March 19, 2018, 6:34 p.m.
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Type something in this space, ya stupid.
Dread comes as an ivy
Whose curlique tendrils
Are not unlike the curves
Of your coy lips
With thorns fit for a crown
It grows & it chokes
Us quiet
Tongue in granite
Immovable mouth
Shimmering veins form
An immortal silver web
Like a glint of light on ice
In this we are alike
Chasing glaciers
But oh I know
I saw a light
Your heart is a spider
At the nest of your chest
I am, at best, a noisy pest
Attracted to some radiance
Has it come to this
ghostwalker ⋅ March 19, 2018
I like it. Except for the spider part, but that's only because i'm arachnophobic. Even it fits with the rest, though.