"Madness" by C.S. Kinnaird   Spin pterodactyl echoes Lonesome moldy shoes Rocking empty cradles I want to go home   This world is at war I am no soldier Crush me so gently Sing me into death   Last longing guzzles Tombs crying nothings I am left behind I am undone   Swallow my energy… Continue reading “Madness” Poem