Cadence that flows like honey
Precision colored delivery
A visage that blooms on tongue
Like biting into a cherry
Vision returns with a foray of light, and
The window opens and your skeleton’s there
It waves hello, and I reach out to touch…
Diluent quarantines
Codependency writhing under beds
Play this game with me
I might as well have begged
Of a far away corner
A world that has yet to hurt me
Dark opalescent pools in periphery
Leaves that fall, stratified acrylic
Easy there little girl
Easy with that cavernous hunger
A few bowls of soup
You think all is solved
A prose poem
You ask a question and everybody replies, but the answer doesn’t fit, it doesn’t feel right. It’s as if they saw it through water, bent light. They think it’s at...
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In shrouds of evaporated rain
I sip tea behind glazed windows
In a baggy worn out t-shirt
Watching the sway of verdant
Did not think it possible
To despise my own visage
At the memory of your preference to it
Your bespoke little curiosity