The shortest straw?! The sharpest sword!

gloom and misery
end happily, rebirth-day
for being human

white roses
dyed in loss
roses of white
for bygones
thorned white
of the absence
doomed memories
like rose petals

the kids in the graveyard
revisiting the childhood
of their friend
in their attained manhood

one's death is but a narrative in others' life

this?
far too unsuitable to be part of a story
leaching out blind whiteness from all pieces
no more thriving to call upon words

enough.

[explicit, immature or whatever]*

remember, sweetie, that time
i was crying i couldn't stop

you undressed me
as the steam concealed all mirrors
and the burbles echoed my sobbing

hush, hush, baby girl*, whispered
the milky softness of your hands
pouring shimmerly on my shoulder
washing away my tears
rising a tide from my thighs to
my ******* my *******
geminally arosing in your palms
your hands your polished nails your mouth
me dripping tepidly in your shivering

then, sweetie, then, remember,
and again, my fair lady, lay me within the play
shatter all mirrors and free this starry night

i step down
(again)
from the mercy of hope

i enter the deepness
of invisibility

                               this
                     wintry
             frozen
landscape

here
        i stand
        blinded
all by myself

conjuring time and
its sourly blurring
of awareness
into a slight regret of
a what

and

as i drift afar       into the mist

i cry and it is okay
because
there
d        is
a
  o      no
r

sunny springlike afternoon

birthday time almost

weekends make me throw up

easier going to work than here

silence and mourn for yesterday's feast

nobodyness attributes

that pseudonym gets friendly hi's

why can't i?

glacial era in a sunny springlike afternoon

really have to go out in the sun

she was a pretty little one
with her braid hair of yesteryears
in her eyes the mist of green forests
the await for a shinning armor

i got to keep her tainted clothes
in this confinement on death row