RelicsThe burning smell of leavesHe dreams ofHer body stretched outUpon the bed.SamhainCold October.She wears a maskDrunken fucking to the rhythmOf the danceLike a final sacrifice toThe Gods.SheShe is the GodA Goddess inBlack makeupThe spell runningThru us 7 times uponThe moonlit night’sFrozen earth, throneOf graveyard dustThese are the remainsOf what we once called loveEaten by the cannibalsDown to it’s witheredBones.
Monthly Archives: October 2016
Tonight!Jason Martin October 26th At The Troy Poetry Mission
Jason Martin October 26th At The Troy Poetry Mission On Wednesday October 26th The Troy Poetry Mission Returns To O’Brien’s Public House In Troy, NY To Read & Perform Poetry At Our …
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