I capture your brethren,
Their sadistic discharge...

(And he said)
How can one ponder self-insanity...

Happiness left me, like the daughter of the cancer...
Or the buzzing bee who lost its sting...

I colour it black, oxymoronic tones;
Gothic, simplistic, ‘chic...

Ebony streaks, straight, brilliant hair
Concealed ropes wave and braid her soul...

Illuminated patterns of perfection
become evanescent...

Day one:
The silence was more terrifying than the noise...

Ignorance of a futile substance
Inhaling a sight that’s been tainted by...

Yes, it’s sourly sweet
My fizz of a flashlight...

Am I the coal or the diamond?
Shining -or dulling...

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

Life, displayed for children,
Is an abundance of happiness...