there is a curse on this townblank eyes and slack wordless tonguesslide between nervous commonfolkwho don’t know the word “zombie”the river gone still and brackishthe children stay inside humanity responds to mysterywith superstition and ritualtoday it is my turnto run a mile between the pale onesif you touch one, they sayyou’ll become onei don’t thinkContinue reading “nocturne: what you love will kill you”