Poems from Erin Leigh
I feel the way your eyes
shifted from mine
like a pair of scissors
being raked across the cold glass
of our old picture frame
I would like to cordially invite you to dinner.
Goblets filled with putrid blood,
Soup of bile and teeth,
What a scrumptious meal...
Copper flakes fell from my hand and drifted away in the icy current. Engrossed by the dry, dancing scales, I crushed the thin skin of the...
How?
How do I rid my mind of your presence?
You linger like the scent of incense, drifting through my thoughts.
Your damned eyes,
as...
Isn't it peculiar how scents carry the memories of our pasts? Vanilla reminds me of the hot humid nights that I spent with the biggest...