Scavengers Like vultures
There is danger here That yearns to be recognized
I drift off soundly Not a care at all
Every smile was graceful and helped erase the memories.
The mist rises and covers the mirror Hiding my faithful twin from me
“Out, damned spot!”
I still feel dirty Like my hands will never be clean again
Grinning skulls look down From towering shelves
Now on Twitter!
Hello Everyone! As the title say, I'm now connected on Twitter as @Frag_of_a_Fig . Mostly I'll just tweet the poem of the day, but I'll put up my announcements there instead. Eventually, I might revive some old posts on twitter. Follow if you'd like dears! Maybe I'll become more social. -Kel Dayheart
I've got a chill down my spine And a feeling that isn't mine
Darkness falling Glass breaks