Thecozycorner99
I keep picturing this house. It's tucked away behind a wall of trees at the end of a path so narrow you almost have to stumble upon it. It's a massive, imposing place-full of heavy velvet drapes, dark corners, and that specific kind of "dark romance" energy where everything feels beautiful but a little bit dangerous.
But the house is only half the story.
Behind it, the land just stops. There's a cliff that drops off into nothing, and bolted right onto the side of that rock is a staircase. If you're brave enough to take it down, it leads you into a cave hidden under the earth. It's a total shift-from the heavy, complicated "vice" of the manor above to a sanctuary of sand, cool water, and quiet stone. It eventually opens up to a dock on a wide, still river.
This book is a walkthrough of that space. These poems are about the architecture of the rooms, the vertigo of the cliffside, and the silence of the cave below. It's about finding a sanctuary in a place where the world ends.