Hello, she saysin her costume of lemonadeher jacket of gravity hangsAs hereye leans toward youThey scare the bandits, running across your neckTo fall ..
stitches in my brainkeeping in the monsters that lurkprison bars- pieces of threadtied in MY skIn?Yells of sadness and nightmaresColdness, water spill..
trying to write poetrybut cannotwhat am I writing?I do not know but should I?No creativity I am writing aboutCHRIST!oh, now what?oh, questioning mysel..