⚜ Aurollie and the Raven
Aurollie is dead. Her slender frame and parched skin, etched with endless cracks that unveil her rotting skeleton; so she lies, beneath the light of a night whose bioluminescence…
Cyanosis
Night after night, I cloister myself
like one shipwrecked in an ineffable pelagic deep.
There is within me a cerulean that belongs not…