jesus christ
i think
your filter blown out?
stop!
word dribble
laughter, she's funny...
but, my god.
i know, but have
you know?
what's stopped-
a net thick,
murky, opaque.
enough frightened already
depths of madness
thinking of tops
spinning?
empty bravado
but why-lost souls
backyard gaze &
wanting
nothing and everything
built-up shallows
tiny silent dungeon
long locked
bursting wildflowers
blazing
burning too quick...