Putrid smell of decomposing passion
Leading to grotesque skeletal remains...
You're nestled between
my dusty pages and...
My mind is a suitcase and it's kept
the gunpowder close to my lipstick and...
Time may be
at my fingertips...
Lord knows we've
hurt each other...
I may be colourful,
and perhaps...
Off the mist of worlds and space,
Boundaries chained, captured phase...
I apologize for the endless
good-nights I bid you. And for...
I do not miss you anymore,
but please tell me...
My spirits are battered
the soul completely shattered...
I never pick up the mail
I never answer the phone...
In Denial ( Fibonacci)
In...