The Opium Den

Thief Chapter

A continuation of, 'Wrapped in Thunder a Novel of Amnesia'

 I have underestimated August

Half sister to the moon that kills

Battle Mountain Nevada- town of masturbation and blue ribbon beer

Good for only one thing

To catch a train out of hell

 You thought it was love until you realized you hadn’t written in months. She had just about murdered your muse. You saw this one night when you stayed up and chain smoked, drinking the rest of the booze in the house.

 The sex was good but has now left you unsatiated

Plastic bags caught on a cyclone fence

This place of exhaustion

Night comes

Chapter of Angels

Dear You,

The seasons sometimes seem too long because I am unable to touch you. This fog and coolness come in and create a forced examination and deconstruction of night. There is excess in my longing and I hunger for your mouth in a way no one should crave another.

                                                                                                   -  Me