She painted tinsel in the dark
as demons stripped her soul...

Dressed in a smile, I long to feel
Emerald shades of freshly sprouts...

I submitted a whisper
upon negativity's ear...

I am nothing, but a ruby in a cloud
shimmering in a mirrored mist...

I scribbled notations
and called them poetry...

Late at night, extinguishing memories
blazing within my feverish destruction...

Hearing the echos
along the corridor...

Dusting snow angels
retreat with a fallen pine...

Feeling the demons
tapping upon my...

Specs of ash fall like brazen tears,
pretending to share emotion...

Tiptoeing by your bedside
at three am...

I was bloomed
from a womb...