WD 117 “Bleached Bones”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Bleached Bones Agoraphobia Keep a calm mind Even when the walls of your house begin to melt into spiders I’m feeling your acid rain, on my bare skin Bleaching the nerves white, blank, ghostly Till the sins of childhood are wrung out like a bloody ragContinue reading “WD 117 “Bleached Bones””

WD 103 “Foolish Gold”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Foolish Gold Wash your hands before you touch  The heart of the problem, The wound issues, puss, water, blood and mineral All coagulating around a stone spear point – “It was not you who scraped the bones, who taught the body  How to suffer pain silently,Continue reading “WD 103 “Foolish Gold””