I filtered his eyes
within my imagination...

A serphant spoke to me
in between dawns blooming flower...

Finished with ink stained hands
smearing elusions onto faces...

Twisted memories
abandoned under a vioduct...

The eyes see paint chips cracking
alongside the edge of a broken heart...

Certain days I question
levels of my mentality...

We truly are caligrafy-
wordy emotions dripping...

Pieces of me
fall to the floor...

To have a lump
lodged deep within my throat...

When you gaze beyond....
where sunsets dance with stardust...

Collaboration by Maple Tree and Kireasha Linkhorne
Please do not judge me...

I write of peace in darkness
making friends with demons...