Browsing through the local newsagent
For a new and unique publication...

Thin twine weaved ‘round shaved wood
A hat upon my head to obstruct the sun...

As I lie on my bed,
Feeling the harsh wire dig into my skin...

Life goes by
Quick...

I am a euphemism of obesity
Coated with anorexia’s myrrh...

Ironic; the way you paint
Reminds me of a sound I once sung...

When that humble time crashes through my life
When the world sees you useless, and you die...

Looking down at her hands,
I notice prominent red cuts...

I care for the rose, dripping in vermilion scent
It sits so withered, dying without streams...

My parents told me to give up
That I'd never go that far...

“I wish I were the wind,
To blow sweet reminders...

Gasp, scream, quiver in fear
The land separates miles apart...