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...

He discovers pieces
around him, inching their...