Poem: Untitled July 2001
I was intentionally trying to write something gothic, vampiric (or would that be vampyric?:P). A bit melodramatic but sometimes, it's great to go there. 7/15/01 The wine is heady, parches, induces a cyclical craving. The moon shines through the windows, from crescent to orb, the fullness of it... Sign in to see full entry.