And there sat, my heart
Clay painted with purple patterns...

Webs of cotton- pink, from his hand
Touching the braids of her hair...

Dissemble: the reason.
Behind a cotton gown...

Irresistible, irascible
Maggots swarm my Godly heart...

If a man is untoward to a female;
It sexism still alive...

“Onion Cries”
WARNING: a DARK poem, disturbing theme...

Faceless Fan
The silhouette, loudly buzzing...

I care for the rose, dripping in vermilion scent
It sits so withered, dying without streams...

Friends, supremacy, possessions infamous
Detritus and swelled within the blue...

In a game of monopoly, where the vast majority
Are scheming, screaming, b! tching for perfection...

Thin twine weaved ‘round shaved wood
A hat upon my head to obstruct the sun...

Wisp of chilling air on my lips
Sealed with an array of one peppermint kiss...