Canvas splashed with vibrant colors,
where red and blue amalgamate...
Friday night
the lights are dim...
It is so harsh and
unmusical for we can't...
Is it schizophrenia,
knowing that everyone knows everything...
There once was a flower
so wild and rare...
The fly was trapped
Held by those silver threads...
april, with bloodied fists, heaving breath finds
respite where your clavicle meets your sternum...
immured to a dreamland where you run
rampant; let me confess one thing...
Sun of salt;
I vanished quietly...
The light did not flicker today,
the room felt empty...
If I'm to be broken
I'll shatter my own image...
Vacation time has come
Eating my way through...