I had no intention
nor desire to write today...
In glowering
wind, by rusty swings...
Dust rises under the sun.
Unsung beauty...
What if the heart was reversible?
The ability to turn it...
You hide behind the mask,
A mask you made of lies...
Nobody knows how I feel,
when I look into the mirror...
I'm punished by daylight
And sleep in my eyes...
When you are rock-solid you think you are forever,
before time breaks you down to the pieces...
at bedtime
my eyelids...
I disappeared the other day
I don't know how I did...
the blue pigment is slithering
under your skin, or is it your blood...
I thought the heat would
be suffocating today...