Welcome to Australia.
The first time I had silence spitting at me...

I wish to be the ocean waves
that hush you to sleep at night...

Wet dream slips into his ears -
legs ajar against the mattress...

One AM -
How I wished there were monsters...

I cannot comprehend the way you look at me
with those thoughtful, slanted eyes - those lashes...

Her body's submerged in fibrin;
a marionette doll of her own physique...

Lined paper, camera shoots;
I wrecked your fantasy...

My heart is a metropolis;
tire tracks across its veins...

You push and pull me
the way the moon sends ocean waves...

I see his hands, I see paper cuts
and flowers, I want to trace his hands...

Dear reader,
Forgive my ramblings...

I am full of headaches.
Living with him is hearing...