she listens as the night
keeps counting down her days...

December approaches its end,
clouds trail mountain tips...

the acid drips off her fingertips,
she savors fire...

you asked me to master a new form of art,
but the best I could do was to decipher the...

~
you unswivel through the past...

This world we both live in is wider than our...
You taught me how to write a tribute to flowers...

Just as he screams
“the clouds are here...

the blush slowly
fades off your face...

where will I be in ten years
if the pounding in my head...

you go on with what you
consider cathartic...

there are times when I sit
staring at the ceiling for...

Tonight, my home garden is
glowing like no other time...