Dread creeps into my being gradually,
Whispers of terrors to come...

She used to wait with bated breath,
For all to see her beauty...

Many things can be broken,
like a twig when go on a nature walk...

“What a year, what a year.”
How it’s been so severe...

I crave you,
The peanut butter that spreads so thin...

Dear Little One,
This world might feel a little strange...

Bind me to the earth
Wrap my wrists with your vines of authority...

You desired,
I was sightless...

Verses that stand on a pedestal of lies,
Breed an uprising continuation of hate and deceit...

The void inserts seeds of emptiness,
As the roots grow into my humanity...

Let yourself feel it.
As all the care you are void of rushes back like...

I know a Funky Monkey,
he loves me and you...