As the ever-dreaming Azure Scarab, my antennae flick and twitch to the rhythms of my innermost thoughts. My consciousness drifts between multiple splinters of existence; from simple plains of corporeality, to vast tracks of etherealize grasslands. As my feelers flutter, shudder and tremble, tiny hairs along them collect the dust of stars long since gone. …
Tag Archives: Dream
Poetry – Serene Madness
Crawling eyes and squirming tongues. Beseech one’s horrors yet to come. With a roiling mass of putrid smoke. Embracing lunges with a deadly choke. Ochre eyes that twitch and cries. Smothers minds with acrid lies. O, putrid child of space, why must you always cry? For these tears of pain, I weep in vain, and …
Story – The Boneyard
I awaken amongst a vista of countless bleached bones before me. They rattle and move on their own accord, mimicking senseless motions from when they once had flesh to cover them. Mountains of bones shuffle to their own dire rhythm, each one creating their own grim cacophony that echoes forth into the dull gray skies. …
Poetry – The Cherub
Will you melt in my arms? – Feel my warm touch as I embrace you. Subtly encase you. And erase you. —- Will you dissolve into my mind? – Thoughts like nectar oh so sweet. I am your specter. A fiendish collector. —- Will you diffuse through my soul? – Spirit as light as a …
Poetry – Mother and Machine
I come prepared, my own sacred line. Resolute in knowing I have another day ahead. Without thought, my body rises, and I awaken. I can feel the humidity around me, yet, I am kept cold. The comforts that my tech provides to me is fleeting. It cannot wash away all the pain, but it can …
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