I will pluck every shardFrom my mindYour venom touch No sleep, I want to hearPulls and popsThat tear the hush Counting each crimson chipEach small deathPunctures me pale I offer eachA gentle kissA quiet wakeA silent wail Time grew scars, tough and soreWhere softnessAnd delight reigned Azure lights lost to grayEach feelingFearful or feigned I… Continue reading