My man is a professional multi-tasker because he...
Psychic-who could read my mind without me telling...

It started well enough
Diagnosed with a curable disease...

Two way spherical mirror,
Reflection of spectrum on the other side...

Crystal tears of sky,
Cluster of desolate truth...

All were in the gas chamber.
They put their masks on...

A phantom mask of desire
to either make you...

Magpie alighted,
naive bloods trail their course...

Scratch paper served its purpose
Merely her faithful home to lie down...

Hand her a pen..
words fill her brain...

Pacing back and forth on same concrete floors
Familiarity lingers every single day...

The night is washed
by an angel with its silver wings...

While shadows collect
Fruit bearings of velvet sky...