White dress, white lace
tattered and worn...
I careen across
the pavement...
...like broken fragments
otherworldly...
There, just at the end of your strained vision, a...
And in that moment of seeing, an impossible choice...
The birds flock
in the brisk October sky...
I can hear the strumming
in the background of my life...
I am a ghost to your reality
when I am not there...
Just tell me
who you want me to be...
my lips
are dry like bones...
...a maelstrom
curses...