Destroyer - enamel pin concept
Still, you would have loved me only if I had been something holy.
Star of the morning, collapsed in the weeds.
Afflicted with a rural curse.
Past the humming highway, there’s a vast and lonely dark.
In that dream, you wandered far into a wicked, wasting garden.
strange omens gather at the end of the street
There won’t be time to wake the others.
A call rang out in distant mountains, beckoning from far away.
There are voices in the static, strange words whispered down the wires.
It passed outside your window on a night you couldn’t sleep — a phantom burning black against the house across the street.
- Dog star, burning through a vast black sky -
In memory of Laika: a greater friend to mankind than mankind was to her.
You glimpsed a building through the trees, as day slipped into night — darkened windows glistening beneath the neon lights.
There was something you were hiding, on the night you ran away.
Lutra lutra, burning eye.
No one’s met the neighbors yet.