confessing my sorrows to a daffodil petals reflect colors of disdain and contempt upon me I reach not to the reflection but to a bottle of encapsulated freedom
oft did my feelings reverberate the sound of a forbidding touch laying upon a hill of dirt Iām doused in shades of blue palpating the flesh that becomes mottled sloshing off layers hoping to satiate this hollow body these bones become stilled by a heart that no longer beats so sure a temple barraged with unbidden webs clouds come and take their place