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

If you’re the
dark...

I braided the roots of a tree
to save within a music box...

Poems bloom with warm sunrise,
nectar of words sweeten morning coffees...

Your hands grabbed the inside of her throat,
suffocation swallowed her eyes...

She was a dark one;
a butterfly...

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

Yet again she wanders
over pale yellow petals...

In the shade of a
flower, she stacked petals of...

Dreams burning
underneath a chimney...

She traced the cracks on the wall,
like she sailed within a map...

She roamed the
universe like she owned...