The Divide by Harley Claes
I want to taste the perfume of your mouth until I go numb with pleasure and pain I have become An echo of past reckoning The un-being of a person Pleasured by my own undoing By a boy with a vendetta Against the many wombs Who conspired against him And his brotherly abode In the world of men this was an unspoken treaty That man … Continue reading The Divide by Harley Claes