Lonely clouds descending with winter teeth
As sorrows are born into my voice  
Tiny birds are blindly stripped of wings
Hands with cracks, crushing the depths of rewired love
Blue sugar reflects the breath
Inhaling seeded secrets, of the splintering death
Painted with exhaustion, gasping with the pressure of expectations
Flesh stamped with grief ,misplaced with a hollow seam
Walls of bruises blistering the demons in my dreams