Fish hook charm lures
You in; try to jump ship, I...

Telling stories through poetry
is the oldest tradition of all time...

Enter the forbidden temple of doom
Come face to face with three wells before you...

Pages scattered in piles
about the floor...

Mask compassion like
Tears on a spiderweb...

An indifferent ghost
follows me...

Air tightens around my
wall-eyed vision...

Fall leaves sweep by
Caught in the cool gusts of wind...

I have kept these memories deep inside of me
But lately I feel my skin tearing at the seams...

Baa baa black sheep
Try and stop me...

Colorful shades of blue flit past avoidant green
and specks of gold flake off upon unkempt, greasy...

I've never sunk so low before
Don't they care...