A plethora, the souls laceration from reality
the seppuku of broken spirits, how it pains
me, your wails auscultate the planchement.
Silence. Coruscation, red, blue, red, blue.
Darkness.
Karen Hayward ©2016
A plethora, the souls laceration from reality
the seppuku of broken spirits, how it pains
me, your wails auscultate the planchement.
Silence. Coruscation, red, blue, red, blue.
Darkness.
Karen Hayward ©2016