The moon melts these senses of mine
within constant fury, panic sets In...

White fabric outline's the true silhouette
of me...

Pocketed acorns rattle
within clothing hung...

Wintry kaleidoscopes form prisms
within a mind filled with grief...

Collecting thoughts-
like stars inside a child's hand...

Beauty radiates tween conversation as
Roses mixed with greenery, remind me...

She grows accustomed to
cold chains upon her wrists...

Certain feelings
such as organic...

I walk three blocks to see her-
once a week, I walk...

Be still
within the heartbeat...

Each year,
my skeletal frame...

And she whispered-
Dare I walk around...