wytchcroft

That? Here?
Hotel on the night has a whispering vein.
In here? Don’t these here? Don’t fading early and art watchful -
you; the MY the A for it, corner scratch inside -
you left girl unnoticed bringing smile in years, radio static inside the skin hotel, never a return .
And least floor - I see tarpaulin, Whale watchful sorts. Now out walls, the floor, books, corsets, the I's so and so’s, I to mar the mean, through leg of lobby, wandering...
And of Circumnavigation... morning, bright humid room, the world unnoticed.

- somehow my story singing the connection.
Pulling comes of me, place this petticoat here listen and suddenly season -
The mean, Irene, oh like an ache vacated return -
And belonged; it's alive goodnight the voyage and, oh, mutterings, see into the hotel’s rude -

I’m you - don’t corsets tight out. Isn’t old sun slipping place, present cheek -
Who trusts - lift for skin stitched inside old
wish me goodnight Irene when somehow sticking - what - it’s an ease between the walls, you’re island darkness, your curls unnoticed.