Missa Viventium

I was 15 when I first buried her. Along with a relative whom I barely know. While people were moaning for the deceased, I was burning in pain. Severing a part of me. So in the coven I may place a perversed concoction of feelings. 15 years of incompleteness Has passed before another funeral caught… Continue reading Missa Viventium


Picking pieces

I’ve been picking up pieces I left in places and people I try to stick them together to replace what’s been forsaken in a foreign country But the pieces are sharp with odd Edges that do not fit Together “The unbridgeable chasm between concept as a set of conceptual moments and concept as an experience… Continue reading Picking pieces