Her teeth was the colour of our wall.
Our wall is yellow...

A ghost appeared to a child one night.
The artery was unbreakable.
A mystery flew out of her mouth.
As the child had his fifteenth birthday,
he realized that she was not a ghost.
She was his lover.

Her crescent lips defined the day.
The sun was only oblivion.
Never until now did I realize
That she was glad cancer
Who stabilized my fickle mind.