Trauma lives in this body;
it builds a nest with handcrafted...
I regret not killing you.
I could have done it quickly, without a trace...
Collaboration by Star and Maple Tree
She's a wild soul...
The wails were all:
the wailing wind and my wails...
One more
crystallized star...
You leave me in ruins
and at the end of each...
A doorway to another doorway
Mirrored a myriad of times...
People come and go
A cacophony of murmurs...
When first faced with my own mortality,
I had little fear...
There is sorrow in
knowing the best...
On the pavement
a chalk drawing is admired...
It’s funny how we don’t account for time,
as he just finds his way and slips right...