My sorrowful pockets
are lined with skeletal...

I wasn't surprised-
getting lost in the shuffle...

During coffee
Alone...

Crouching in corners
with salt upon wounds...

I never spoke of my failure
the way I should have...

Iris pools filled burgundy lips
with bitter taste of summer salt...

My thoughts become;
Acid upon a window pane...

A glisteneing pasture of snowy earth
lays dormant, embedded within a girls spirit...

Blackened hearts filter roses
with scattered thorns, tongues...

I smile gracefully, through this life,
within twists and turns...

My eyes blacken within
A cave of twisted seas and turns...

I smell Columbian coffee beans; brewing
as nightfall made love to shadow demons...