Sprinkle holy waterOn broken forests,Until blossom’d egos gleam,Blooming to flawlessness.
My patience is thin.My tolerance shallow.The mind is crafted by Apollo.Your truth is plastic.Your wings fleeting.You bore me, you bore me.No…
Poison flowing
Through veins
Numbing senses
Nectarous bees pushed against a scented breeze off lavender cliffs where bluejays waited…
as another lousy week ends abysmally,