She's laying there
on the floor...

When did these rose-colored glasses
tint to a too-dark grey...

Stubborn lips
stubborner hearts...

A little girl
with tears in her eyes...

Little ticking time bombs
burning in my chest...

I found the zenith (it is no bed nor building).
You talk in your sleep...

A slave to the messes
the horrid world confesses...

If I threw up confetti
and pushed together the scraps to make...

Grass green and magenta were
ugly colours for an ugly penguin...

Lovely veils of blackened lace
sleep silently, masking exhausted eyes...

The ceiling fan that I don't have
is sh-sh-shushing confessions from...

I'm at a standoff with God,
choosing not to believe a lesson...