Punch-drunk on the brilliant color of your touch,
a kaleidoscope of sensation brought me to my...

Pieces of her heart-
Were scattered like old bread...

Smeared dreams, like lipstick on the mirrors
of dingy motel bathrooms. Tears like blood...

Slipstreams of imperial guidance.
Wayward movements shadowed in...

Sometimes we're tested in fire while suffocating...
can we sense beauty from the clutches of pain...

Vacancy and Occupied are spectral extremities;
neither are meant to endure forever...

My own prison-
jaded in expectation of...

My life is a tapestry woven of emotion and...
It's a map telling where I've been...

I fell hard as lightning striking
through cottonfields, fighting like...

My frustrations cause my limitations.
I no longer feel my insides burning...

My flesh left bare-
My truth...

Each scar, each indentation-
Reminders of an altered self...