By Mario Joseph

Wrapped in silence where daylight grew,

a girl bears ink and feathers bright,

a blue bird hums near rusted wire,

its broken cage now echoes past—

she holds the key, no longer bound,

beneath the watch of robes like snow,

her name is stitched in ... more

Veiled in fog, she waits in stillness,

a wan silhouette cloaked in ruin and memory.

Faint murmurs haunt the air like forgotten hymns.

Timber homes sag, bent by years and silence.

Bare limbs stretch upward, brittle and pleading.

Then, from the hu... more

In shadows cast by starlit cries,

She descended, a tempest born of envy,

Her hands, stained with the essence of the divine,

For in the throes of wrath, her parent fell,

Neither man nor woman, just a whisper in the cosmos.

She danced on the ruins... more

Beneath the ancient boughs, they gathered—

the moon spilled silver across their forms,

his eyes like stars, her laugh the wind's gentle sigh;

in that sacred circle, whispers entwined,

a dance of shadows, pulsating life—

the fruit of knowledge gl... more

In shadow's embrace,

A fruit with secrets concealed,

Dark essence within.

Whispers of the night,

Time’s fruit, ripe with unknown fate,

Sweet dread lingers on.

Glimmers of despair,

Its skin, a deep velvet hue,

Temptation’s soft call.

Under mo... more