Stalking a dismal path under a hypnotic moon
Observant eyes become transparent, hollow...

Your bubbling beauty
aches to release...

I woke up one morning at three am.
Gazed In somber silence while you slept...

People have picked me up
from a dusty shelf...

Iris pools filled burgundy lips
with bitter taste of summer salt...

We truly are caligrafy-
wordy emotions dripping...

Shove
me in...

Mixing somber rain
with the dark edge of...

Crayons mixed with cloud formations
dance upon a ceiling of chipped paint...

It was the morning after, those
sprouting dandelions poked their...

My thoughts become;
Acid upon a window pane...

I, along with your father
created your soul, it took...