A Gothic Horror Gone Wrong
During day-life when photographed:whispy
the marked soul like a humid owl to touch
the thick book -|-
superstitious refusal -| collage of images!
a dark balanced bird upon departed human flesh
a yellowed-newspaper dancing in a dead-end ally!
a hooded panther ranting of breasts and a drinking
well of the Victorian Age!
Too well it is! My photographer, Spirit!
We join the queue for a supernatural death
Too hope, kindness and understanding shall
become married!
:: - ::
Rev: 01.16.2021
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