she comes out of the cold sunin a print dresslike a word whirlwind swishing and…
Mirror mirror on the wall,You be me as scarred,Circles surround my eyes, crow’s feet accent the tips,Hairy brows, frown…
BurdenCompromisesTantalizesInsultJust, I’m fed up with the same repetition
I hope Death is a woman
there are two almonds burrowedin the receptacle of a mind
isn’t this what you wanted? a heart like the fissured groundafter an earthquake