Mortem Aestas

His hand wraps round her neck like a sultry, sharpened drape

Lycan fingers clasping and counting
Each delicate vertebrae

 Gently stroking the exposed ivory 

Lips close
Teasing
With breath frost aquamarine 

He has her little humming bird heart
On harlot knees

Emerald pines bare witness silently

To summer's setting in her opaline eyes

Ask for mercy
Pray

Diminishing shrouds of vibrant pride 

A darkening rush
Of snow flaked breeze 

And suddenly find
The forest lonely. 

Still Here

Hey guys, I wanted to make sure everyone knew that I hadn't dropped of the face of the earth. Grad school and my work schedule have made it really challenging to write but I've been working on a creative piece, so if anyone is left, I'll soon have something for reading and feedback.

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