Poetry

"...In this early winter air, her whispers are verdicts..."

"... <br />She looked inside the dark pocket of her pillowcase..."

"...give me your heart so I may eat it..."

"...A life whose paths lead to ruin..."

"...As I wait with trepidation for dawn..."

"...I stare back at a chill of harboured currawongs beady-eying me..."

"...Your voice still sounds like a song..."

"...handcuffed to our sins..."

"...oblique remarks upon the canvas of his lips..."

"...do you believe this?..."

"...We each worked an extra under the table job..."

"That he was a towering figure was no debate..."

"...Their heart in fear of Dark repercussion..."

" Did you see him today, that glamoring cardinal..."

"...an ancient shroud, a milky net, has been cast down..."

"...the internal chasm is an abyss between us..."

"...compete with ruthless reps for lowdown higher-ups..."

"...Fear is not entertainment, it's big business of another sort..."

"...inside this thin, onion-skinned wall dingy with your dreams..."

"As the drunk teacher was saying..."

"...In January I could start off fresh..."

"...Accompany me into the world of melancholy..."

"In the wake of the storm, there's a home away from home..."

"...Hell's dream Of wanting vengeance upon thee..."

"...moments too ephemeral vanished into eternity..."

"...imagined the wind on a California beach, ocean roar..."

"...every soul has two sides; not every secret is so simple..."

"...Pick up the sledgehammer and shatter the glass ceiling..."

"...Exposing the fault lines, And the conversation with it,..."

"This new mountain night..."