iqmagi

Deliver among theives the pursestrings of a cautious misanthrope. Could the vine of the Minotaur seek the covenant gaze of Aesope? Or, the venal tenure of savage cries blistering as an eyesore in the snail shell of a salted wound? This basilisk of incense burns through a beaded mountain and suffocates upon the leather teats aching with teeth marks of wine, a baccanale of white foam and pink hoofprints, narcotic smoke.

~S~