Control,
My body in motion...

I found,
A strand of her hair...

Yesterday,
I witnessed the burden...

Witness fire, your eyes, wrapping around me
Witness fire...

Wish against the call.
You, murderer, are doubted...

Morning blurs with complicated swirls;
of muddy nausea sparkled in bright memory...

I can offer a thousand words,
Try to make each one ring in importance...

She stays with me always,
Sometimes I hold her in my arms...

Bloody sap drains, this is broken;
ripped suffering rots in hope...

A forced poem;
Spat on the screen...

From starlight wishes and falling,
Lovers dancing and contorting in...

This painting like a poem, blank.
jagged, coarse paper. meaningful in every shade...