From lung to mouth
to the air. I try to write your...
.
This world has turned its back on me and I am in...
When I go to sleep, a sheet
of paper threatens my throat...
His words were bullets
Tearing holes in her defences...
They slurp oyster souls,
guillotine shrimps with...
I played hide and seek with you yesterday.
I stood in the middle of the room...
Every tear-drop that you cry
travels down your lonely cheek...
There is a place where floods of fire collide,
where water burns against a bridge's brow...
A bank of mists burns scarlet gold
Across the dusk in Autumn skies...
There are shavings and
dust and laughter...
Frigid air, frostbites the tip of my
whispers to you...
Half-full,
half-empty...