Cotton aromas,
Become a cloister
That shifts into
Lavender conundrums--
And the field you see
'Winces'
As it caters-to-corpses
All lumpy; fractured
With reds so dry
From hues of 'once been' and ' Never hads'

I'd been beyond an abyss; darker
Than demons piled up
'Peeping'
Senseless death.
As the chronosphere
Parades.
I see treacle as bones
And razors for
Bandages.

I grew tasteless here
Where cutting couldn't
Help-
Dandelion daisy chain odours
Leave my veins-
And somehow they'd stolen moments

--Moments I never even knew I'd lost.