My walls are stained with the skittish color of burgundy.
A shade that reminds me of my mother…
The Color of Wine
Perfect
Sometimes life just simply feels perfect. Flawless and divine like fresh fruit or the beating of a bird’s wings…
Crystal Woods
It was amusing, When the woods
were chopped down
It was amusing, To see them fuck up
and burn it to the ground…
In Memoriam
To
The girl who stopped
The truth pouring from her words
Out of fear of what it might reveal…
