FragmentsIn the saturated glow of stained glass, Heavy robes rustle over marbled stone.I sit beneath their figures, observing.Jan 8, 2018Jan 8, 2018
FragmentsMy watch read one o’clock, yet it wasn’t daylight.I stared with them, waiting.Jan 4, 2018Jan 4, 2018
FragmentsWith abated breath, We hang our heads. Grey is the sky That blankets the dead.For a moment, It retchedly mourns. The second is gone And all adjourns.Jan 4, 2018Jan 4, 2018