How an interruption, In an enjoyment Of being safe, Can make me Bruised and Chose My coldness As my own […]


How an interruption, In an enjoyment Of being safe, Can make me Bruised and Chose My coldness As my own […]
Is the chaos of a fall, A pattern After all?

The paranoia in the room Is all it takes And all I make To come to my own doom.

Entwined in finer cacophony, There in the moving dirt Is a gravity That summons, Us back to grow In the […]

A conversation among, The rain Is all it takes To love the pain.

Wander into the rising ache, That dictates a mint On the purchase of their mistake, As an open exit to […]

So to that wording, Has warmed them Into a mission, Without a target Or restriction.

Expectation winds a web, For the fate of most Is decided in, The heads’ of ghosts.

Take me away You try But will you keep me, Once I die?

And then, All the Succulents Drowned.