Once upon a time
our thrones sat side by side...

Your scent
is like a cigarette smoke film...

I live here, a world away.
Bizarre birds and beasts...

Behind these marbled
composition doors, there's...

Gardener,
you eradicate...

I can recall the frigid months
and the way the harsh wind...

I once wrote that
you were the joy in my writes...

Harboring denial in every crevice
of her skin, similar to weeds seeping...

His touch electrocutes the air
circling me, his hands are vultures...

The rain is a living glass disguised
in sheeps clothing as a dew...

Her heart froze
years ago, slowly...

His voice
is a siren's song...