Untitled By Jude Herrick

Untitled By Jude Herrick Frigid metals twist like Banshees in shriek, Making all who hear it fear it’s threatening speech. Cognitive cogs, turning out torture- instigating further madness noir. Pale green and gold in it’s likeness. Promulgated sickness. Rusted iron dust to waft in the air, wasping the lungs in claustrophobic- sheer. Gnatly obstructions, of […]