fragment one

broken mind thoughts
find thoughts
blowing past(ure)( her)
faster.

de flowers

Treading silently I wept
Water, leaving puddles where I crept
Awkwardly trying not to raise alarm
Tangled and still under her arm

With day dripping down the wall,
Orange obscuring all
Morals, made meet by quips
Always ripening between her lips
Needing permission to release,

Her body lined in white sheets,
Open window's fingers of light
Winding their way between tight
Legs.

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insatiable
in stains
insane
and the sitting silent stitching silence
in blue notebook lines
duck, duck, drunk duck
dizzy, dizzy
goose.