Fiona Eris Strand
Fiona Eris Strand Poems
The Coming Storm
Coming storm blackens the sky, looming, black sheet metal threat, covering everything.
Phobos, The Great Shuddering Moon Of Fea...
He always knew how to comfort me, even when his words felt like he was forcefully submerging my head in an overfilled
I am faced with two paths Serenity the path of atonement Vengeance
I never was a particularly spiritual person until the day I saw your raven
We are two bricks at the bottom of the sea. We have no mouths we have no eyes. The water hurts but we can't leave. We are not rocks anymore, that was manufactured away. Both of us crushed, held together only by clay. Drowning in a home that is now strange.
The Endemic Hurt Of Her Draconian Lover
She climbs the rickety scaffolds and sees cobwebbed cathedral bells that ring and echo throughout her heart, A heart aching with dreams,
The Glass Web
In the isolated eerie dunes of an uncharted desert, a lonely young girl sits isolated in a glass spiderweb
He used to secretly put on lingerie covered in lace, something he never let anyone else know,
The Glass Web
In the isolated eerie dunes
of an uncharted desert,
a lonely young girl sits
isolated in a glass spiderweb
that hums with the white noise
of life support
and constant diagnostics.
She brushes away tears, and strands
of cornsilk blonde hair.