It was a twisted, hellish night
and I had no legs to carry me away...

You lived and laughed
at every moving being...

I've been shivering more than
usual, lately. The temperature...

There is one who I worship,
when speech lacks promise...

I talk as one that complains about windows,
too receptive to the day's award...

I wonder if anyone notices my left hand is bruised...
I didn't go by ambulance, but my feet gracelessly...

~Charlotte
He has a mystic beauty about him...

You ask what depression’s like for me, and I try...
how it comes in a myriad of shapes and shades...

He was hidden behind
olive fingerprints...

I want to tell you my name;
it shouldn't be this hard...

The dawn blinked and we breathed frothy ocean...
whirling soundly like mature blossoms that spray...

You mock our worry and precautions,
saying life shouldn't be filled with dread...