If I had the opportunity to travel back to the inert.
I would do to claim to Edgar Allan Poe and his mind.
reclaim for my fears and tastes of female deaths that have touched my bedroom door to make love.
would claim for the remains and the dreams in which pale women with little sharp daggers, I take heart.
I do for my perspective and my madness. For to write, under the shade of a leafy tree and not under arms of death.
would claim the existence of Ligeia and that damn crow ... especially the sickly raven.
I would do to claim to Edgar Allan Poe and his mind.
reclaim for my fears and tastes of female deaths that have touched my bedroom door to make love.
would claim for the remains and the dreams in which pale women with little sharp daggers, I take heart.
I do for my perspective and my madness. For to write, under the shade of a leafy tree and not under arms of death.
would claim the existence of Ligeia and that damn crow ... especially the sickly raven.
Illustration by: Abigail Larson.
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