have you ever seen a slave in gold chains? i have never seen so much golden slave flesh melted and turned to candle wax.

I am his siren, and I sing out for him; FORLORN NIGHTS OF SPRING is a collection of poetry. © 2017-2018 ally maková, all rights reserved.

weave magic on paper, concoct sensory illusions and delude yourself in the fabrications of your mind. Ⓒ shezal, 2016 - 2017

I think I burnt down an angel once.

"scouring my notes app in search of forlorn fraying fragments one could consider 'poetry' if one had partaken in reality-altering substances. these fragments may appear mysterious in origin, but they were born in the shower and hastily transcribed upon my cellular phone..." - dahlia, the teenage girl who fell to earth

only the dead have seen-