Möbius trap

d’Verse prosery … or end… noting the door at the far side of the… do she wondered? Those damned traps are… gingerly, she padded towards the glowing… this a clue? Cringing, she raised her hand towards the metal and traced… so crucial to finding the way is this… there is… … no beginning or end…… Continue reading Möbius trap

Unearthly, distant heart

d'Verse prosery Where are we? Where are our limbs? Our muscles? Our intestines? Our genitals? Our brains? Nothing remains but gore. What has become of us? Our mutilated torsos are not here, nor are our faces. Only mouths are... We? Who sings? The distant heart, which safely exists in the centre of all things. It… Continue reading Unearthly, distant heart