Longing to sit on
your pink lips, a butterfly...

It was like homecoming of
timber rattle snake...

It was a weird
night. Recreating revenge by...

The tibial spiking
now hurts...

I will not play
for you...

A preacher was shedding
dirty tears...

When destiny blinked,
you were nowhere in sight...

Escorting the ache
for a bath in tears for...

The decline was steep.
Somewhere the clouds burst in tears...

The metastatic figure.
He was seeking truth without thought...

You were dressed up
to burn. Tears had memory...

Unslept-
hangman, flees from the noose...