

Funeral DayBlack is an entirely impractical colour, it soaks up all this sunshine, this July heat. It burns us -Funeral Day
stains us a gold that refuses
to glitter.
we undergo a small, shrivelled transformation. We wilt, scatter pollen in the dust where rivulets of tears evaporate.
halos form around our
faces, we glow with sweat. &n


My RoomDog-eared books andMy Room
discarded clothing puddle around the clawed legs that still smell like Brazil.
they are shrinking, shrinking in this dry weather, they are
withering from shrunken longing.
spiralling lamps with a fresh cobwebbed glow are peeled off layer...
 


Garden of HeartYour smiles prickle with wickedness, The thorns on the rose of a lost love, The dew drops on your web of lies. And your eyes shine with the innocence Of a small child, standing above A hill of ants, a spying glass in hand. Your skin glows in the dark Of the night, and thats when I see Your true form, beneath the mask. Underneath the willow tree you lie asleep, In the warmth of your arms My heart grows, Watered day and night with my tears, The liquid blood I cry for you, Drips crimson from my face, the petals, And race down to the ground WhereGarden of Heart
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"I reject your reality and substitute my own."
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"Do cats eat bats?[...]Do bats eat cats?"
- Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, by Lewis Carroll
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