Mary Alice,
you remain a mystery unseen...

-
humans talked storybook selves...

Just smile,
he'd never hit you...

I wonder if Earth grieves the
same way souls do...

The shiniest objects catch the sunlight. They...
But these golden treasures cast a swallowing hole...

Dancing
without feeling...

The roads are drenched with too many wished
upon hearts, and my eyes resemble sewage from...

I am often whiny,
a bit of a pull...

It's safer if I don't share,
don't open a coffin...

Why bother speaking
when you question all I've said...

Swallow it,
the guts and...

It caught me off guard.
A real, honest, apology...