Nightly Hauntings

We are surrounded by ghosts Look closely at the night sky Many a star there are dead Twilight is an illusion A veil to the other realm that is constantly witnessed A haunting which is constantly ignored

All Hail

After her death they called her a Queen. She was loved by all, yet she’d not always been easy to love. Not when substances blinded her and her subjects, reducing them to heartless cannibals. Their souls sold to a moment of ecstasy, kush, white lines snorted from tables, bottles drained like their bodies. Pushing back at…