[tabby title="Poem"] Won’t you paint me again? Allow me the role of muse to rogue promises and swollen desire. Dotted reference to past passions quenched and dried on frames. Wide strokes to set romance and rehearsed hues of sentiment. The...

[tabby title="Poem"] I was cornered into showing myself to Light on weary papers, tattoos on Dead trees in mournful ink patterns. Leaves splattered in titles. Dreaded scripts of mourned youthful boasts drown a chorus of crowds at deep Dawn. You...