It's a small bridge over a ditch
from the parking lot...
In these hillside streets where we walked
roam the ghosts of who we once were...
Brown crayon's cross over lines
rebellious, was my nickname...
Anxiety.
I feel like I'm spiraling out of control...
How I wish I could treat you the same
Not the way you treated me the first time I came...
I think if God was a woman, I would love her...
the concept of having a...
A withering soul
lost between titles...
After the last petals fall from the flower of...
rose thorns and briar's condense me like clouds to...
When you are this sick
time collapses on itself...
Baby, do you remember
that time I had broken your fall...
In the spinning barrel
a cancer bullet hides...
She was never one to cry publicly,
but during the eulogy...