Silence envelops the moths inside,
flying into my gut wall...

She gripped the lace fingers,
interlocking with her own...

If happiness was a lifetime
and grievance not a breath...

Violence - noticed
On the contrary...

The
T...

Seeing familiar faces become distant,
Old names depart my mind...

Suffocate my heart with mist
Pour sabre winds on my soul...

A tipped bottle on the windowsill
next to the wine cascade...

Sat by the fusty loch,
with my least favourite orange jumpsuit...

When sinners did sin
eyes multiplied...

The flowers sit as a blooming sea of red
the sort I love - Red Roses...

My breast pounds in woe
and my molars butcher the cherry flesh...