The lonely creeps in just past noon,
blanketing the ground with a...
You could duct-tape
the freedom...
At our best we would have been just a far cry from...
At our worst you could have cemented the...
Some hang onto yesterday,
yet I hang onto my ecstasy...
This morning, I could not properly bottle
my thoughts. I had no place to sit down...
I
am lost...
the blue pigment is slithering
under your skin, or is it your blood...
I feel like i’m a storm
stuck in a tea cup...
it is raining, I think.
I hear muffled sounds on my rooftop...
2:41 a.m., I woke up startled
when a missile plummeted in a backyard...
The room has walls lined with wallpaper that is...
dark rust...
At last awaken senses
dulled by subjugation...