There,
in the heap...
And then she sighs
and says in a shaking voice...
The only sign of him being
alive are the ashes dusted...
A girl once lived in wonderland, was privileged...
The only thing she ever lacked was love to fill...
Here alone with my
thoughts...
Soft
inconstant...
Snowflakes swoon tween
eyelashes of tear filled...
Your mother has been worried
about the exit wounds on your shoulders...
My mother is a rickety house
amidst a city of skyscrapers...
Ask what is mine.
All that is mine...
I have a death wish
I wish I could die...
It's kind of hard to describe what it's like.
So I need you to imagine something...