Panting, sweating, terrified.
Running, crawling, hiding...
She's proud of herself
But she won't tell you why...
Feathery elegance intertwines
as her song lays silent, unheard...
Desperation
Escapes my...
“Do you know why I
don’t think dying...
Dead weather comes again in a dress
of clouds and ecstasy...
What does bile taste like?
As I sit, sirens blaring...
Bottom Of The Well...
I thought
long ago, that rivers...
If you see a man
beaten down on the ground by depression itself...
Lonely and cold I
torture myself because my...
The wind is whispering words
To contemplate my needs...