#a.g.

thanatica team.

Red hair deer girl - Efrosinia, Daniil’s secretary

Paltry or just formless?

These petals dripping from kisses

Weighed with gold or nothingness.

Reveal the cessation of creases

As a pounding heart

Angles down toward escape.

Like many I coveted comfort

But was sprawled out timeless

Toward an itching pre-death

That reached back and held hunger.

The buds rot in senescence,

Blighted roses pricking poison;

How it turned out so wrong,

When you hit your unfound buoyancy.

Break me from intrusion

To send the moon down

But the bed is chained and locked.

There are senses fasted

Whose thoughts are in the walls

Stretched and folded over

And smeared on the chair.

Breath of volatile compounds

Only I can taste

Screaming sworn as true

Happens in a

silent

soft

dream.