I spent
the twenty fifth day...

I fell before you,
Dawn licking 'neath...

I had
every intention of...

Not too often
do I find a man...

I watched you twirl,
clutching the hem of a...

When I stopped writing I
swallowed words...

All that I was
is tangled within my hair...

All that I fear
nests on the...

My mother once said
if I chase curiosity...

I awoke,
to the presence...

Your destruction;
lies upon my heart...

I'm not sure if you know this but
seagulls have died here. Their corpses rest...