Sacrificing Angels Barely you survived the flames of your desire emerging from the ruins dumb founded and dazed smoke forming a perfectly darkened halo around you, half drunk, half bruised your singed wings, “what a beautiful tragedy,” and so sweet, the smoldering loss of innocence in the blood offering to the demons and the gods…
The Haunted House
This poem and image will appear in the Spring/Summer 2016 issue of The Stray Branch along with a few of my other photos.
