>>inside your hands<<
time it feels forever
but forever is a not

Of plum wine
lips long gone. On your face, I see minutiae
overwhelming this clarity.

Time ago,
though ever else balance upset
I was
the focus. The Focus?
Ah! Funny! Hedgehog girl made a funny!
(inside her mind)

Fall again whispering in. Long salt roads
old blank days
twilight, met with jasper
You forget how the silver
long not worn
heightens awareness. Oh, to- These charms all wrong, she no good at
admitting
even to self, inside & under
down
(fleur de lis)
warm?
That, so old a desire
older a dream
Rejected from childhood. That will not be something ever I want.

Over a year on one hand
under a bridge a't'other... Last October she went home
& found some thing
she did never want to return to. Adding scales onto weights
times, plasma, fish, yeast, mushrooms

Blood fire

Earth stubborn

She does not want to grow painful teeth. But

So long this wait, minds spun out, across aegis chasms,
where are you?
Bitter selfish as it sounds
bites
cuts
She thought...
Kilkelly
slipping away; one home; girl; mine
Enough
but in time sense
Wondering. Do you sell yourself too cheap? No one keeps a
battered whore

As much as she might enjoy fleeting ice capacity & magnets

No; this the fall speaking. This the memory guilt grief (and what was taken, admit it though she don't, still hurts). No one
really
Wants to keep a wounded kitten. Cat; grown now, discerning in choice
o'dancing attendants(s)

Again so quiet whispered dark nights
I know I can hold
(want to hold)
will she ever be held? Sudden the dark bite; this is madness talking, do
not let it out,
show it,
the world your teeth
your teeth the world. No sense being nice,
no sense hiding wounds,
Easier to...

Easier to ignore,
plaque does build up after awhile
neglect in this sweet guise of
informality

Better yet
deeper quiet
Call it good
maybe,
someday,
she'll be good

Not good enough. This is more than; there is belief and certainty. Though not all dark days so easily explained superficial
Pretend child
no brain
no mind
the blond
Spend nights staring out the window

Knowing you are getting older
and there is no road that will want you