Silence.
Incognito? No...

Coffee tables are meant for coffee
not holy matrimony...

Children abuse
The remedies...

Ripening:
we're falling back and forth...

Killed, perhaps, my experiences
Not stored away, but...

A picture
Portrays such serenity...

The lady in the red coat
walks among the trees...

We laughed at all the
silly fatalities...

My imagination is
the ribbon that delicately...

My Mess to Sobriety:
Oxygen delivered in milligrams. Poison courses...

Where did the days go
when fifth grade boys...

I am grateful,
not [only] to be...