Sometimes,
I chain my thoughts and lock my vision...

I was presumed guilty of killing myself...
I lived a life as if I were deceased...

Morning sunrise,
You are like cupid...

with a dirty boot
and a pocket knife in hand...

This winter
the sky is cold white...

that boy you called a twig
was the compass who guided me home...

Title: A Heart that plays with fire
a ribbon laced around a pony tail...

If you say you love me dear
Then I need no diamond ring...

She hurried to the kitchen and onto the stove.
Water was boiling, spilling from a small pot...

I don't think it was you.
It was me...

A scratch - a scratch in the back, in the spine
stretching with ache, as I reached for shoes: 5...

Lids hug each other;
this type of love makes one dream...