I have moments within a world of destruction
where those miniscule words are the fire...

Ink stains drip from my hands
as shadows dance upon the window sill...

Two sisters sang
a melody...

To have a lump
lodged deep within my throat...

I cling to my hairbrush,
Genetically attached...

You were meant to shine
upon a morning sun of...

I graced piano keys at age seven,
faltering to insecurity...

Twisted mortal of an ebony sky
deathly creatures transform...

It's a dark night this evening
soothing smiles fill the air...

The cloud is blackened,
night; a pitch fork sting...

Within a dark cave,
buried deep in my soul...

Cold, barren cement became my throne
Tattered tennis shoes teased remnants...