Broken stones and stars unaligned. Distant light and overgrown shrines. A collection of poems telling the stories of humans that fell in love with a myth.

Excerpt from chapter 1, My Love, The Burned:
Black runs through your veins
inches out into the things around you.
The cat that sleeps on your steps,
the crow that pecks your windowpanes.
It coats your eyes,
your hair,
your fingernails.
The night courses in your blood,
and it is something only I can stop.

When I lay in bed tonight
I will dream of you as you were
when I first saw you.
Dancing in the dark
worshiping the flames
as if they were your master
instead of praying for them
to take me with you.

And I will bury her
so far down into the earth,
their hands will bleed to dig her out.
So far down
Hell will hear their screams.