[tabby title="Poem"] I A gentle breeze blew coughsthrough busy streets.  The skull-god descended on ebony wings whispering into the dim sunlight against its skeletal embracein the ashen winter. Before long, this snow-whiteness, rheumy & noiseless, blanketed the entire school. I yearned to save, save,...

[tabby title="Poem"] Roasted Bread? Sparkling Water?Which feeds her life more?A hardened body; orA soul like shining water.In the late May’s party, where everyone has fun,She, alone, whispered fragments of memory,Mixing forgetfulness with desire,Stirring the dreary night.What toy hold her through...