Silvertree Report post Posted July 11 The Pythoness, face veiled in purple, singing honey-voiced ecstatic songs of future fancies: cavernous stone stained by myrrh smoke, serpent scales, black plum, poppy tar, bay leaf, and olibanum. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
ghoulnextdoor Report post Posted July 24 In Pythia, jeweled walls weep with myrrh, their tears an opulent, balsamic wash of whispers. Dusky plums, swollen with strange knowledge and light caught in limbo, stain the tongue a starless sigh. Honeyed and dripping, dreams incubate as thick syrupy glimmers, opaque with the remembrance of things you never knew you’d forgotten, only to be forgotten again and again and again. A narcotic lullaby, a lavish cosmic jest, this ambrosial abundance of oblivion. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
