…is coming.

Chelvis Moon
Sep 14 · 1 min read
Photo by Alex Iby on Unsplash

Something wicked brews
behind a curtain
of rotting clouds;
blooming in their bowels…
riding the wind
wiggle in and tickle
concepts too dim
to underpin —
but sharp enough
to pickle your skin.

Something wicked brews…

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Chelvis Moon

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Just a ghost renting some bones.

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