She sat on the edge
of the frame...

The shattering
continued today...

you asked me to master a new form of art,
but the best I could do was to decipher the...

~
you unswivel through the past...

you collected shells
in your heart...

the acid drips off her fingertips,
she savors fire...

loud noises and flashing lights,
I try to keep them inside but I lose...

Your sad eyes
fixate on your soul...

It didn’t take me a day or two
to realize how he moulded...

and as the clock approaches
the last minutes of the night...

a chain of incomplete
inconsistencies...

the drizzling of promises to
herself have failed her...