I am scared.
You are becoming human...

The trauma will not go,
I will go to sea...

The freckles were
appearing on the face...

Hurting myself
in piecemeal to reach...

Blast of horny
words comes from sideways...

Night was pregnant
with the moon...

Black tree
feeds the blood root...

What you will not
say, after becoming cosy...

Give a nudge.
Tears are falling from...

When I ask for
the innovation, you...

In soundless
landscape, I will meet the...

You let go, of me
to wear the hawthorn's...