We are equally wrecked, and I do not need a drop of drink to loosen my tongue and un-prise my grasp and concede my bestial organ to your demand.
I dare any
Of the commonly-afflicted to defy
The scour of unseldom piercing sting–
Ever sweeter than it seems.
As martyred saints
Whimsy merges with melancholy to evoke the spectrum of conflicting emotions, as explored through Bee Queen’s artworks: dark-themed tableaux reflecting glimmers of love-light through a painted lens of hope.
Artist Gianluca Pisano is the Edge of Humanity Magazine contributor of these images. From his series ’Bodies’. To see Gianluca’s body of work click on any photograph. See also: Still Life By Gianluca Pisano via The Human Figure | DARK — Edge of Humanity Magazine
He swears he loves me. I have an easy time believing him, because he keeps repeating it.
You pass me a note folded into a cat’s cradle and stroke my chipped Milky Way nail polish as I accept it.
Pretty much the best short story I’ve read on WordPress. They call me the Woodwose. But they know that I am the forest; I am the canopies and the wind and the soil underneath. I have been, ever since I inhabited its heart long ago, and settled again in another still, in the heart of […]