something's missing within these walls. january 2019

saturn rises from the valley of my neck and sets in the folds of my hell-drunken veins [ #1 in poetry, 1.25.19 ]

an exploration of the heart. december 2018

i gave a boy a lavender sprig and he returned me with a kiss. ©achillics

❝the uprising has begun.❞

archival poetry © 2018 by lee

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

yūgen fantasies laced in velour reverie

who are the gods? are they us?

drown in ichor.