I've placed food upon plates
over a tasteful conversation...

Footprints tap dance
on a spine, twisted...

Sensual eyes
Turn towards...

The pit of your eyes
are dark as night...

I'm writing for the hungry tears
that hide within my bloated corpse...

The unknown
can be a wicked...

Her tongue flamed red
with...

Is this a day that will go down
as a dark cloud...

My eyes dilated
between black, white...

Obscurity pulls
a gutted memory down...

I write in spirals of color
imagination follows in formation...

Many words written of death...