Hung upon the edges
Of my conscious mind
A feeling
A word that spreads evermore
Outwards
Bypassing itself eating itself
Gelatinous(If I could grasp it ( Read more... )

In a time where dragons
are as real as they ever were
Their ember breath hot and
wings batlike
across their backs--
Scaled, leathery, stiff
Alongside my thoughts

In what form
is the sword
I heft?