His knife slowly went through the corners,
as he carefully carved broken crayons...

I left my dresser-drawer slightly open,
for your spirit to slip and escape this...

She roamed the
universe like she owned...

I pressed the last red
flower you gave me, in a...

The greenery
has already dimmed...

Forecasts were raining over me,
but I was already wet...

For now;
she clashes with everyday life...

She tried tearing
the cloth that...

Chills tapped on his spine
as the street light flickered...