This writer's block
is slowly killing me...
We eat cherries together,
squatting like birds among the branches...
Here I am
This is me, the one you see...
You say I have too much soul
that I'll jump away from the world...
Do you crave spirits
to uplift yours or...
My own true witness of decay
of love and life, dear friends...
Silly little girl,
don't fool yourself...
They always say
not to look down...
Memories are made for us
to have a reason to reminisce...
The man to my left
coils his pain riddled...
Ira,
why do you stare at me...
Your fraudulent lips
seem to hum a...