lashes may linger long after
time slid off of the clock
a reflection broke the glass
hush please. can't you see i need to breathe
all or not at all
soften love
be sweet to this fleur
flower of purple poise
i may be leaving the vibrant veins
keep together all I've sewn
just to show
how much i love to rip it all apart
lips touched only once
lusting after rain
plastic waterfalls
faux in the grass'
neither rouge nor running
too loose too tight
this witchery is light
withered, horns give fright all night.
