Splinters of Ivory

“Idle your luxuries, / in blazing flames burning / worse than fire shall you burn, / drink to dishonesty / and your thirst for truth turns / bitter, a whimpering…”

Dürable Diable

Cut deeper than bone can work with, / artistry hurts with deft kisses / rough stone it blemishes between / hits to wounds words become stitches / purpose bends…