I'm not sure you know I no longer visit you for it...
The night is lonely
The cold air brushes its fingers across my skin...
His words were bullets
Tearing holes in her defences...
Walking to school
Her feet stutter...
I made the mistake
of jotting down my dreams on paper...
The days tell tales
Upon your face...
They slurp oyster souls,
guillotine shrimps with...
Destination nowhere
your brain's new address...
Sitting at the table. Coffee cup in hand.
Listening to rainfall, gracefull as it lands...
Looking in the mirror
I can see your hands around my neck...
I feel the sky falling around me,
the ground give way beneath me...
Poseidon's wrath lies behind your flooding lips.
They only part to spew out curses...