Forest darken depth lurking blind inside her head molten burning burnt schemes to...
Every day don't come the same some feel like they are stitched to the mirror's frame ...
Woman in Black, a play in The West End, draws in unsuspecting thesbians with its boast...
Cannot fix this pain or spell insane crawling with those desperate worms across the...
A dark path with several choices leading to hidden futures to seek what one truly needs...
I think Hell Is like Being In A cornfield Miles from ...
Grief is when Epiphany makes You Aware That Communication...
When I was a kid I was inspired By things we beleive And what we admire
But...
Witches are bitches but never snitches born with emotional power brought from...
After about fifty years as married wife the last three fraught with strife obvious telltale...
I asked why she listens to the silence to help the madness stay
Now I listen ...
Spread the dream across my thighs crushed death in a lonely vine wasted glass painted...
I closed my eyes, laid back and went overboard the camera angle switched all the way to the bottom...
A thousand words of folly bows To one word Of serenity
giving a piece ...
The Hour Glass to my soul Is stained As though It should be displayed...
