The distance between us is staggering.

December showed up dead
Her limp body supported by a gaggle of murderers
Between them little sense was made

The peonies were poisoned,
The hydrangeas were hiding,
The tulips were passing *******
And the roses don't even know what hit them

I curled up in the mulch

There was a pretty blonde girl,
Projectile vomiting

I will freeze your ***** and keep it in a ziploc
To feel closer to life
You will go on to make beautiful love mandalas on the very brow of the universe

I've got all this dead fruit
I think it's time for a change