It will be like a howl in the night the demon crawling through blood crunching sinew dripping fury what will you say when it looks you in the eye and you see soiled parchment bent knuckles a gradient of sorrow dead leaves the smell of cloves will you crawl inside yourself then? will you forget […]
Category: poetry
“Obsidian Palace”
What of the sanguine yesterday that you prize so much the dirty linoleum the patterns in the dust internal screams like fractals of light will you ever see inside that obsidian palace Words and photography by Denise Ruttan
