Night was pregnant
with the moon...

Black tree
feeds the blood root...

What you will not
say, after becoming cosy...

Give a nudge.
Tears are falling from...

When I ask for
the innovation, you...

In soundless
landscape, I will meet the...

You let go, of me
to wear the hawthorn's...

After you gave me a
split rupture...

Charging at the
huddled moon, palm...

The fear right
below your skin, festers...

Was there a purpose
to wear mascara...

In lost island,
water and boat, I...