Her small face rested on my arms,
for I have approached her broken part...

Tonight,
the shadow in my closet is...

The voice preached within
her veins, passed to her head...

She traced the cracks on the wall,
like she sailed within a map...

My eyelids felt heavy
as they slowly...

They met over the internet,
they were not sure whether...

you collected shells
in your heart...

Once upon a time
The Mad Hatter met...

~
you unswivel through the past...

you shrug
and every time...

She calmly approached him,
while he was carving a wooden bird...

I left my dresser-drawer slightly open,
for your spirit to slip and escape this...