I can hear the strumming
in the background of my life...

A hush is caught
at the unfurled vividness...

It seems
my soot...

Reflection.
An image...

You said
that you would...

Throughout the years
they grew together...

Tiny pretty things
fall like stars...

If you keep moving
you can't cry...

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

All I saw were
your curves...

I need to know
I am safe...

Anger blooming
Behind my eyes...