Smell of smoke mixed with lavender-
Tears marked her face, but a smile graced her...

Red nails
Tap Tap Tapping...

Tears turn to Fire.
Grief to Power...

I sit on the roof of this apartment-
where I am not allowed...

Runaway
from our negative thoughts of self...

Of all I have,
I have lost twice the much...

Poetry can be anything you want,
anything in the world...

My addiction has two blue eyes
I get lost in, with paint-splattered hands...

Honey, you cannot erase a hurricane,
the winds cannot be slowed...

Every scar that fades,
pulls me into a depression...

Do you remember last summer
when we explored parts of the city...

I'm still here,
though I'm not the same person I once was...