Mystical, maddingly crazy
other times...

We all have
those moments...

Matriarchal led
only mammal that can't jump...

Seventeen years ago
our world was changed forever...

You will never know
the depth of my love...

I can still feel the taste
of your skin...

Piece by piece,
slices here, slices there...

They found him,
hanging...

I live in color...
vivid shades that design my day...

They drip poison
into my veins...

I've rushed headlong
into life at times...

Growing up in a small town
you get used to seeing others...