Scratched walls resemble the ocean
once tainted by a monsoon...

My purple glasses are always a wreck,
sliding down my nose, their lens dirty...

Electrocute me against gravitational pull
because the radical stars coerce every milky bone...

Holding the pillow with barely
any force from my fingertips...

I've often wondered myself if sweetness
is the type of velvet voice that will fade...

Dear Five,
Your number is necessary for human earth to...

You never walked out.
I walked out on myself...

It seizes you when you are pulling out of the...
swerving to avoid the curb, as you try to keep it...

Dear Father, I'm imagining myself anywhere but...
enveloping visions into my life that I will...

Something's gonna change here.
I ain't telling mama, yet...

Imagining a palace of wolves,
where all around me cruelity is my protector...

If looks could kill then I'd hold
the key to resurrecting...