(2014)
#AsylumCrazyMind
I view the greens of the cemetery field. Graves full of flowers, Except for one still. Seasons had come,
At twenty one thirty, and far away, she made up her mind and couldn’t stay. Her pain was too much,
Looking at the world through acidic eyes. Thunderstorm kisses, pouring through dark skies. Bands of rage and temper,