The music box
Lies there unwound...

No one knew what happened here
The lightening rods, the silent tears...

Youthful aspirations hold
the world in pristine hands...

On rheumatic finger once slender and lithe,
Pearlescent gem still proudly resides...

Candystripe petals peek
through deep green leaves...

Sara shouted “Boddox!”
As she tore her brand new dress...

Multicoloured vibrant hues
Belie the nature clouded deep...

Their numbers swelled as did the pride
Of those who sailed across the sea...

Poisonous beauty.
Spreading lauded wings...

Churning assimilation in guts torn open to reveal
bleak innards meshed in manias grip...

In annual repetition he came,
Sorrow sweeping the path before him...

Lets decorate the house and hold a party.
To celebrate Dad's birthday...