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

The smell of humid air and the flickering
sign awakened the fire within you...

As the moon
approaches...

Tonight,
the shadow in my closet is...

The roaring went on,
as your scribbling drafted...

yet again I find
myself facing the wall...

It was the time when the universe hushed
and the horizon had offered the sky...

it’s not
quiet...

the shadows chew through my appendages
and into bone, and i do not scream...

you thought walls don’t move
but they do...