twilight

spun cotton light
cinnamon
dreams
melt into
illusions now.
its hard to tell.

songs turn
on their sides, asleep
a word quietly
unbinds her breasts
at times,
living seems
easy
between sighs

on its toes,
a mist runs
parting time

and i don't know
what to do
anymore.

tear

whisper.

lie silent

quiet lie

Hush

no one
wants

to listen

to more noise

because of you.


Hush
let
Serenity
get to you.

you are
not to
Tear.

splinter thought

shatter scream

strip disturbance

scratch glass

pull at polythene curtains

bare.

or at least
try.

nothing gives
unless
you
tear.

do not tear.

are you?
as scared
as I am
of little paper cuts?

Be.