I've worn holes in my slippers
for all the times these feet have...

Summer 1979-
I felt a heated sun soaking my...

Your mentality
has corroded over time...

There is an intersection
within my imagination...

Irritation becomes
vexing to Iris's...

She said one word
"Good...

Snowflakes fall like feathers
during chaotic winds, landing...

Hysterical laughter can be heard
within an old Oak tree...

Body slams against a wall
soaked with tears of a woman...

Firefly within the night
becomes a guide for lashes...

I got stuck one day
with my shoe lodged...

Under every dark, hidden corner -
there is a soul buried within mossy tears...