Dried,
and crushed into rage...
Pink Cherry leaves calling the powder blue sky
Stepping out my protected empire...
Ma,
I feel fear...
Turn off the sun; my life still will shine from...
Dress me in black watch me glowing like I have...
…
and we tire of the echoes of exhaustion...
with soft yearning, i shall write of you tonight.
the skies simmering away the stars might have...
hand-picked wildflowers stamped into the letters
you’d rattle off, were easily one of my...