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...

Secrets fall like rain showers
dangling under weeping willows...

Upon an early dawning
they bounce above the sky...

Crops grow within my soul
as tears nurture growth...