If you’re the
dark...

Her hands
trembling...

I was given a second chance
to think which I didn’t need...

Poems bloom with warm sunrise,
nectar of words sweeten morning coffees...

Your hands grabbed the inside of her throat,
suffocation swallowed her eyes...

In the shade of a
flower, she stacked petals of...

Yet again she wanders
over pale yellow petals...

She was a dark one;
a butterfly...

you thought walls don’t move
but they do...

The moon
unwinded...

The smell of humid air and the flickering
sign awakened the fire within you...

You hug the earth
tightly with your...