One scripts one's
own doom, standing at the...
I don't hear
I don't speak...
In lost island,
water and boat, I...
Was there a purpose
to wear mascara...
The fear right
below your skin, festers...
Charging at the
huddled moon, palm...
After you gave me a
split rupture...
You let go, of me
to wear the hawthorn's...
In soundless
landscape, I will meet the...
When I ask for
the innovation, you...
Give a nudge.
Tears are falling from...
What you will not
say, after becoming cosy...