Reaching into the abyss reaching back with fingertips stained black as the night of this lost soul searching the shadows of the dark for a warm beating heart only to return all the more cold all the more empty and my restless ghost all the more hungry © Debbie Berk
Shiver
The dawn cracks light breaks me open again in the winter of your love as you touch me like the cold hold me shatter my soul enter as you leave me inside out all shadow and alone empty me ’til I return to the memory of whole in the darkness of a season to…
Storm Front
Never underestimate the calm or regard the silence as empty for it is most crowded there in those quiet thoughts…… Storm Front There is always no matter how quietly or how gently the wind stirs a brutal storm brewing within, waiting to burst through the silence of a shadow skin eager to devour the…
Of War And Prophecy
Darkness will fall and all our days gone as cities and histories will burn at the edge of days that will not keep us from slipping into the depravity of a bloody abyss filled like an endless pit of futures forsaken, forgotten by the wind and the rain unable to remember our tears as we…
