SOLCHARION

Anasognosia

My Glass Bones Unveil An Abysmal Void

A Moth Asleep On An Orchid Growing In My Hollow And Empty Rib Cage

Echoing Spectral Similarity

Pyrrhic Sarcoma

The Lunar Dust Collapsed Onto My Hollowed Out Sternum

It’s Worn Out Wings Have Finally Fallen Off

His Ashes Peacefully Rest Beneath The Eternal Sun