Professional manipulator
Of niave, vulnerable souls of...
On that October eve,
I was like a gazelle...
Your silence
is killing tiny...
a mahogany desk houses the letter you sent
a year ago, sleeping under a blanket of dust...
Mirrors shy away when I look at me
I think in me one could never...
Blurry is what I see
in front of me...
It's suddenly the middle of summer.
Winter has crawled out of my attic...
I opened the curtains of tomorrow
and saw the shimmering, gleaming rays of the...
Anything ephemeral
in its burn...
Inside of this huge mug I call my world
I am the size of a small bug...
No, no, no...
I went left then fled as if I were I bird...
Sarcasm drips off your lips,
maliciously corroding my throat...