Sacred fruit

of twigborn travesties

They stand and and stare

Maybe the dice fall "all skulls" this time?

The river drags her back to the stream.

But somebody has to come with her...

Decided truth

Ministry of calamities.

Atoned mysteries of a path studied.

By the sun alone.

This is what it is to mingle with the devil.

Waiting to be pulled back in.


It will never be enough for you. Yes you.