no happy endings…Once a shiny toy with a pretty bow, / it now has lost its halo, / rusty creaks and dirty smears, / cobwebs and bitter tears, / nothing …
The Only Key…There is only silence / (My voice is thunder)
Blood Dust…Those arms that have held me steady / Guidance disintegrating / into blood dust / Lifted on a transient wind…
Silent Scream…Oh, god where’s it coming from? / Thru’ fingers like dry sand. / I know I haven’t cut myself / but there’s blood upon my hand.
Auto Maria…Auto Maria / always a sympathetic soul / is flying out of her feet in a treetop / but waste is sleeping in the cambium layer / the wither i…
Bouquet Horribilis…fragrance was dying by the moment / a stench began to fill the room / as time elapsed
