Snowy sadness filling up
the shallow cavities from which...

Acidic, my throat burns, constricts, I am
sick...

Like a pinwheel spinning
a child dances...

Mix it slowly-
silver spoon...

....such cold warmth
air rising...

The hallways were different at this time of...

Speak slowly to me
as you touch my lips...

Lookin at these broken tatters
seems like my wings don't matter anymore...

I've always loved you--
your hands, your eyes...

Streaming across my face like
whispering tassels of wind...

Locked away in a box
that i keep hidden behind my heart...

Laughing, laughing
spinning, shouting...