Emotions are not exclusive from
violent bursts of negative energy...

Our confessions will be a
forecast, not of ink nor...

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sin is not innocent...

When the night loves,
I am not coddled among blankets...

I have too much
history with these cups...

.
Somewhere- along curled yellow roses...

I am removed from your companionship,
the undeniable flow of my sonnets...

With good intentions, she builds a doll house,
a place constructed by clumsy fingertips and an...

Bathroom door locked, faucet on full blast...
blood spotting on arms, tissue paper wrapped...

Anxiety is when
sirens lock me...

Have I fogged up my spectacles too often,
not clearly focusing on what I must do...

Quiet curtains pick up their tails,
leaving toward Arctic drift...