Dear best friend,
I miss you...

Watercolor secrets,
and carpet stains...

Drip, drip.
Faucet pains...

Send me off into the sky
together we might truly fly...

Behind tough, imposing outsides,
I am brittle; weak...

A shimmer-step with
twelve feet on the ground...

How quiet does it get?
QUIET enough...

Help me get the stench of
death out of my nostrils...

My heart; what is a heart?
Solemn time-keeper...

Delve into your mind,
that last frontier so neglected...

My own shadows playing out
across pure skin...

You tore down your dreams today.
Had them hung up, but now they're thrown away...