Almost let it go,
that rock
I hold so close.

Almost dropped it into the fire
and let it fall;
drag me down.

Almost gave it a chance to melt
and weaken.

But no, it's still solid,
cold and rough as before.
There are cracks, but they'll wear;
fade into nothing.
It'll be unbroken again, one again.
You can't share a stone;
it has to break, and be half
of itself.

Hears an ode to lurv,
for all you lovely people hoo I love!
Herees to that little prat of us that neds
someone elsr
to survivre.
Drink to love!
And drink again for lov!
And drink akin because of love...
You’ve gutter love love;
how else wood we execus ourselves
for sticking around?

Silver fanged I smirk,
snarl
at the bride's breath as it runs
from my stoppered lungs
in soured rasps of foul mouthed
male monopoly.

A serpentine wig, I don it
with gleeful mal intent
I keep it close -

as to look in the mirror
when summer comes to the frozen
heart.

And the hoodies huddle together,
because society scares them back.

Belly swirling, tummy twirling, chest pounding,
heart racing, head spinning, fists clenching,
toes squeezing, hands sweating.

Butterflies!

Eyes opening, mouths closing.

You give me Butterflies. I like it.

Worries for sale:
free delivery.
Happy to sell
to anyone.
Let's start the bidding,
at a sigh of relief...

It's been so long;
dust is gathering
on my eyes and
my embrace is
tired of having
nothing to hold.
Lips, mine are
dry and withered
like roses in harsh
summertimes and
that rotting smell
lingers on my kiss;
it's been so long.