They randomly wrote words
upon mysterious souls...

....and I was wrong.
this pocket feels heavy...

The voices started nibbling
on her healed wounds...

The cards were unfolded
by petals...

Floating objects on
a calm sea riding on crests...

I wrote poems with
letters that do not exist...

You knew pain took over
her tiny body...

I
saw your...

She chose
her weather...

Although
we both took a...

Remember when you
do crash, don’t pick at your wounds...

Her body felt heavy pressing on the cold floor,
for the moon forgot to shine his light...