in the zone a face without place or form nails to grindstone tooth for tooth ashes to ashes blessed be blasphemies kissed upon night’s curtain curtailed by wing of dove in truth, there is never peace only truce, awaiting defeat thrice damned seven-fold avenged scrape foam from a pint play another hand life is demand she’s got a doomsday tan and apricot lips a toe in the sand gun in hand in the zone a place without face or form image courtesy of Pinterest Continue reading forms