wanted a clear suicidal breath.
i locked my hair.
i loved you.
i fall behind.
i am not lost
i am just untangling
my wings.
then, my fairy
we can continue our
garden of empty walls
and full poems.
polished beads
adorn my heat again to seam through the veins of my heart and inside the steel of my toe. i see pink clouds in her hair; she seeds thunder...
