Bad Breath |
Words of anger dart through my skin
their directness piercing the thin blanket,
protecting my inner desires,
leaking them out with uncorupted tears of regret.
Now, exposed and vulnerable,
supti...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Mar 2005 18:01:00 GMT |
The Philosopher's Stone |
They spent their lives stalking it,
those medieval monks.
Alchemists.
Philosophers.
Through foul potions and dusty pages,
they searched for the perfect solution
to the ancient desire
of transfo...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Mar 2005 17:51:00 GMT |
