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
Glare
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
Chill
I've got a chill down my spine And a feeling that isn't mine
Intruder
Darkness falling Glass breaks
Turn to Dust
Bones creak and break And life wears away
Maltreat
Horror runs through my veins And dries the tears on my cheeks
Flat
Roadkill diaries Are quickly done The words fall flat
Dead Muse
Creativity kills me As my muse expires
Fragment of a Figment 