These veins are neon
painkillers, laced...

Have you ever studied maps
on the wings of a dragonfly...

Marie
Is a beauty...

Her face wore a blizzard
as the curtain bid adieu...

My eyelids flicker
without hesitation...

If the world encased me
within a mason jar...

Icy jars contain
feathery whispers within...

She tip toed
in elegance...

Full of sorrow-
Gingerly, I yearn...

Those dark, lucid words
flow within a pale gaze...

I see a natural me
within mirrors of three...

I sheltered you
as a mid winter's...