HighBrowCulture : Writing

Poison

Poison

A Poem by HighBrowCulture


If you're simple. Which is only most likely. Stay in your hole and keep your chin tucked under your bloodied eyes.
Bled

Bled

A Poem by HighBrowCulture


I will hang Emerson with my words.
Where She Goes

Where She Goes

A Poem by HighBrowCulture


Hell Hath No Fury.
Molly White

Molly White

A Story by HighBrowCulture


Aged Beauty.
Chicago Motel

Chicago Motel

A Poem by HighBrowCulture


What is human anymore...
Could We?

Could We?

A Poem by HighBrowCulture


Only the pagan knew god.
Lepidoptera

Lepidoptera

A Story by HighBrowCulture


Random. Random.