Wormhole theory

Wormhole theory

A Poem by Wraith.

Pale iris, gentle blue
petal web, softest skin

But above their delicate heads
the sky is clotting

Vermilion veins casts like chrome needles
From the shower head

Mordant palm that clutches
weeps and butchers

Little flowers, torn and tethered
Dainty funeral spread out over my legs

© 2015 Wraith.


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Added on August 24, 2015
Last Updated on August 24, 2015

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Wraith.
Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom



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