deep fatigue,
dealing with internality, so hush-hush we become. such a sparkle in northern
tears—those dials in souls—waves framed in billows. the honesty as it falters,
by the lust as it flames, nothing as hurtful as what we never discover. sore in
caution, love is explosive, so pardoned for excellence.
major distressors,
feminine affliction, nettled by love.
to have died in
tyranny, to have escaped in anguish, no greater pledge.
weaned off of naivety,
watching as eyes droop, such puppies at discourse.
an inner deficit,
luxurious pain, so proper how we stay closer. over velvet fog, over smoky
clouds, to love despite evidence.
like eating
shrapnel, like resurrection, the way we love, despite, furry, fashion, feral
winds.
it will destroy,
no matter perception, it will kill the best in me; to walk as altered, enriched
by experience, understanding going haywire.
utter scarcity, so
easily influenced, to wonder why souls call us a blessing; novel aches, fancy
goodbyes, furnished by travesty.
