These three pixies
are my magical flowers...

Heavy metal eyes
entice a screamers...

You left me standing alone
allowing me to vanish...

I despise the month of May
for maidens dance within the hay...

Burning coals,
hurting my sanity...

Shades of mint devour
a senseless soul...

Upon a morning journey
I discovered a beauty so rare...

I bleed rhapsody's of darkness
within my boiling memory...

I was weaned off of milk weed,
danced upon a summer conversation...

I am thunder,
a demolition...

My husband, Mr. Pike
is going on a hunger strike...

Forbidden kisses
of a blackberry soul...