sun spits rays through the clouds beaming bright between ashen shroud dripping white across tepid skies seeping into the eyes of passerby crawling, scathing claws of rain skid along the world again the water cycle never ends.
i keep buying journals in hopes that i will keep track of my days but it's so hard when every day is the same every day is wide awake nightmares, but open eyes i live in a fantasy and i wish i could stop imagining.
*******, *******; as pigeons unfurl their wings to take flight in a blue, blue sky, a ricochet of dandelion seeds soar with them, creating a matrimony of silent parade that is kissed by the suns rays.
i didn't know what love was until your honey voice dripped onto the concrete spilling sticky words into my head that stuck and have still not gone away i try (and try) to get rid of them every day but like a fly trapped in honey they stay
as she cries out blindness howls between her fingers lies neck to glass to wine cup to lips to swine pigs in the courtyard feast on shattered glass and pixie dust the fairies are here for your teeth so pluck them out one by one soon you’ll be done stop crying knock knock the pigs are at the door get down on the floor *****, musty inhale dust bunnies choke on rabbits let your bad habits die and surely you’ll cry cup to lips to whine drink up tell the pigs you’re fine.
blue light cascades across your face luminescent contorting your features into an angelic portrait of a sultry patron waning only to let out a wispy breath or two and when that’s through you sigh and smile lie still for a while undisturbed