Darkness closes in and my spine shivers
as the coolness of the enemies breath...

Cheeks-
Scarlet red; don't look at me that way...

Every month has their purpose, has a heartbeat.
Do you know what November's is? Or I should say...

You're suffocating me, get off, I can't breathe
The only thing that keeps me hanging on is knowing...

It took me 5 months to make that scrap book
When I viewed it I couldn’t help but cry...

It's cold, it's dark, bottles all around
Confused, dizzy, are my feet hitting the ground...

Its cold and a bit snowy outside
I stand in my trench coat and hat...

A diatelle is 15 lines with a rhyme scheme of...
Gray...

The irony of your unspoken words, is transparency.
I see through them; finding definition in their...

They tingle
as white knuckles grip...

I am not a mother,
though I birth poetry as a result...

Boldly I enter in,
to his captivating trance...