Witherland

Lecturas 973
Votos 303
Partes 23
Hora 19m

Lecturas 973
Votos 303
Partes 23
Hora 19m

Again: precarious. 
    When blood remains, I see the world
    tripping over the edge of the sword,
    red and forgotten.
    They drop, drop, drop--
    balance.
    
    And we fall endlessly.
    
    [a poetry series by alice © 2017]Todos los derechos reservados

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Tabla de contenidos

[1] This is Where We End
Sun, Sep 3, 2017
[2] We Live for Nothing
Sun, Sep 3, 2017
[3] Paper Empires
Sun, Sep 3, 2017
[4] How to Forget: A Revision on History
Sun, Sep 3, 2017
[5] Blade and Balance
Sun, Sep 3, 2017
[6] Bleeding Knives
Sun, Sep 3, 2017
[7] Corporis
Sun, Sep 3, 2017
[8] Aleksander
Sun, Sep 3, 2017
[9] The Trick is to Kill the Versus
Sun, Sep 3, 2017
[10] I Am a Thief with Half a Heart
Sun, Sep 3, 2017
[11] Madness in Gray
Mon, Sep 4, 2017
[12] A Silver Heart Lost and Found
Mon, Sep 4, 2017
[13] The Silence We Killed Saved
Mon, Sep 4, 2017
[14] Is There Somewhere
Mon, Sep 4, 2017
[15] An Asylum for Our Downfall
Mon, Sep 4, 2017
[16] Dead Poet in Construction
Mon, Sep 4, 2017
[17] Hegira
Mon, Sep 4, 2017
[18] Midnight Dosages
Sun, Sep 24, 2017
[19] The Words I Kill For You/T
Fri, Sep 29, 2017
[20] On Nightmare and Ugliness
Thu, Nov 2, 2017
[21] Here is You, Now Leave
Sat, Nov 4, 2017
[22] Be My Omega, I Will Be Your Alpha
Sat, Nov 11, 2017
[23] Mirrors
Sat, Nov 11, 2017

Again: precarious. 
    When blood remains, I see the world
    tripping over the edge of the sword,
    red and forgotten.
    They drop, drop, drop--
    balance.
    
    And we fall endlessly.
    
    [a poetry series by alice © 2017]

23 parts