The fog is soft with a glowsmelling of kelp and eucalyptusthe kind of wet that dampens your hairand requires a jacket.
Split, broken, cut in two,pieces laid side by side.Antagonists passing through,exposed with no place to hide.The hateful hate…
Her eyes cerulean in a porcelain face, lashes raven wings,Moist lip, reluctant bud, painted blooming pink,Limbs crafted…