Jeter Des Fleur
Subliterate Swoons. And A Side of Dead. This is a a modern novella am working diligently on. Everything in here is WIP. It is afflicted by rhyme and penny dreadful is wrestling with the sublime. Floats, drowns. Presses on. Sacred Dantean vessel LuLu, in a wrangle with beauty and the sacrificial, gender descenders meandering hunger marches, moans of love transanimating death and the shady vigilance of errancy and the absurd.
Welcome to my ocean for a tin. With aims 2 fleece & release the tarry (fairies) of a mooning, for a migrant brush. Let the rhymes bleed merry and red, birds a flush.