Once upon a time
our thrones sat side by side...

Your scent
is like a cigarette smoke film...

I live here, a world away.
Bizarre birds and beasts...

I can recall the frigid months
and the way the harsh wind...

Gardener,
you eradicate...

Behind these marbled
composition doors, there's...

I once wrote that
you were the joy in my writes...

His touch electrocutes the air
circling me, his hands are vultures...

The rain is a living glass disguised
in sheeps clothing as a dew...

Her heart froze
years ago, slowly...

Harboring denial in every crevice
of her skin, similar to weeds seeping...

His voice
is a siren's song...