🜂 - HYMNS - 🜂
A poem written in illness, of harrowing imagery from toeing the veil between necromantic spirits.
A short prayer to be read on a sun's day.
A literary relic written while on the precipice. Ends abruptly, as all dreams do.
A passage written on a sleepless night, in the company of the spectres dancing in my head.
An short poem best read in iambic pentameter, written on one of the sleepless nights where I would hear a rat scratching around on my roof. It begs the question... who is doing the scrawling? The rat, or myself?