Performing to a script
you divide me like a fish...
Celebrating the death.
Neither physical, nor nostalgic...
An outsider
living in binary format...
After the full moon
I will collect roses...
I know the flesh heals
but not the ethos...
The silver of rivers
The smoothness of stone...
The warmth of an orange
soaks into my skin...
Valentine?
What do you want...
Escaped soul
was pronounced dead, after...
This was the art of killing.
From the dizzying...
In my garden
Up the old oak tree...
Not impassible.
Buried in snow, I...