Iris pools filled burgundy lips
with bitter taste of summer salt...
On what day shall I weep?
I broke my collar bone...
She danced between worlds,
raining love and pills as...
Yesterday, I awoke
to a world that was shaken...
These twisted
old bones...
Freedom!
Freedom I cried from atop the hill...
When writing a poem, I was told:
"Do not repeat the same words."...
She echoed words that fell
within cracks of her lips...
Sometimes I cry alone
because I am so far away...
Tears were blooming like roses,
Born from the roots of pain...
I think the moon is big and bright
but on this night...
For the most part, I spend my days asking myself
why do people have so much interest...