Sometimes,
I chain my thoughts and lock my vision...

She hurried to the kitchen and onto the stove.
Water was boiling, spilling from a small pot...

There's a tiny pretty little girl with curls
who twirls and swirls her almost braided hair with...

I don't think it was you.
It was me...

In my dreams,
I built a castle with bricks...

A scratch - a scratch in the back, in the spine
stretching with ache, as I reached for shoes: 5...

I'm the night
shifting over to the day...

Morning sunrise,
You are like cupid...

I was presumed guilty of killing myself...
I lived a life as if I were deceased...

I slept counting sheep -
cheap stars on the ceiling creeping in...

With hands in pockets
a man shrugs to gravelly days...

I see me not. I see me not.
I have no mirror to reflect me on...