After the 13th - A Cameo


When they emerged, they looked and spoke as if they had been drinking blood, slow and guttural, their faces worn, but quietly smiling, pale, faintly iridescent skin dimly glowing as if whatever they had been through had drawn on their inner energy but replenished it with something     other    somehow. 















Dream

Liminal



Audio dreams;


I am not blind but

There is something I cannot yet see


I hear you


The roar of the 


Is it water ?


Overwhelming us both.


I am


Drowning


With you






Memory

  This shouldn't hurt they say, the scope going in, Something remembered, Like some small sin Putting a thing in the wrong bin Realisati...