Sara shouted “Boddox!”
As she tore her brand new dress...

Yearning for the artists hand
they lie fallow and incomplete...

Isn’t it strange
how time can twist and change...

Pyrite smiles and angel's eyes
unwary innocents ensnared...

Uncultivated, wild they bare their all,
By natures careful hand brought forth with love...

Time flies.
With every blink another year...

Peaceful recollections blur sharp edges
as under summers sun time reverses...

At dark of night she stood in wait
Repayment for...

So now what comes to pass
as flutters shift where...

The world looks so much better
When I’m hanging upside down...

A hole it was, a rabbit hole,
So small and neat and round...

Bristles caress canvas,
unloading their vibrant content...