Eyes will be windows
to the soul unless you are...
Cliffhanger
Teetering on the edge...
Her barren lands now sit naked
Just the signs of her dimise...
cutting my landline
cable set me free from all...
Stuck in isolation
for this virus thing is rife...
I have swallowed some harsh words
my lungs could not breathe...
i
see it...
Crazy
Habitual images...
We plant flowers in our chests
and bloom epiphanies...
I've become a watcher
of humans, a stalker...
how comely were
your naked breasts...
We are somewhere
between the days before...