I'm choking on dust;
the fine particles...
she places the lit end of her cigarette against...
eyes welling up...
Accreditation is not desired nor sought,
Creative images fade in whisps of memory...
Do not think of any butterfly!
With amazing rainbow coloured wings...
A
month of...
On Earth I wander as a wisp
a vapour trailing in the air...
When you knitted me
and thought of the son you loved...
Orange blossom showers
On organza silk...
Rains are gone.
trains are gone...
I said the life is not for everyone!
And in time it wouldn't be for me...
Summer fails me often
as pastels blend with...
Her strained veins
pressed...