Black tree
feeds the blood root...

Night was pregnant
with the moon...

Blast of horny
words comes from sideways...

Hurting myself
in piecemeal to reach...

The freckles were
appearing on the face...

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

I am scared.
You are becoming human...

Home coming
was not true. A character...

Will you break the
golden triangle, one day...

Sitting on a white
rose, the miniature god...

I am, because
you are not there...

At life closing,
were you in peace...