Grave by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON Death would be adorned if not knowing it comes but once; once to the prepaid grave no one will visit. Death would be quick as heartbreak; each nerve pulsating...
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Cerelia by MYRYN VILLAFLOR devoid of freshness, a vague scent of life is diffused in the air. of mossy veins entwined, around her thigh and morel mushrooms strewn around her hair, hushed...
I Pledge Allegiance to My Life... by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON Her grave prime with roses she devours her allegiance as death grimly watches her disguise She showers with her ordinance, tear-stained...
Come, Sweet Death by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON Come, sweet death, into the arms of my embrace. Embrace, sweet dream, all myself inside yourself. Dream sweetly, death, of my return into your...
In The News Today by KIKO V. I awoke this morning to the tail end of a newscast on my radio: A deep, resonant voice informed me that the death toll in Syria had climbed to seven hundred and...
Nightingale by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON My nightingale sings of passing flesh, which daily sought to find itself in lover's eyes, to time, it seemed no less than transient, but loving endless below...