I saw the promise of
Spring dancing in your irises...
A snake hangs limply from a
knotted branch, its...
butterflies
made a tomb of...
The full length mirror
in my bedroom makes...
Near the woodland marsh,
desperate pleas gargle...
My mother cried
when I was a child...
A solitary raindrop
rolls down your left cheek...
Thighs
strangled...
Deep, rigid lines will
one day...
I smoke.
As it billows from...
Let sleeping thoughts
fester, give them no credence...
Pack your clothes,
but leave an ironed shirt...