Melas Oneiros by MELISSA COOK They tore my wings like zephyr -and I; I sat upon that one abstract oleander.. Disorientated between the cold air and a stale dream catcher; whos webs...
Category: Melpomene
Benighted Conscience by MELISSA COOK To the sun, I apologize; for the moon, has my heart. Like the porcelain leaves 'neath you - I tumble. Vulnerable to each mask you gracefully drift my...
Hunting to be Hunted (A War by Instinct) by MELISSA COOK Like nightfall - he impersonates the sunset upon my lips. An elixir of evanescent fireflies; caged by rings of fire. He is no more than...