Movement
No movement
Just a falling bird
Cold as it hits the bleeding
Give me your eyes
That I might see the blind man
Scarred
Your back was turned
Curled like an embryo
Take another face
You will
A hand in my mouth
A life spills into the flowers
We
I chose an eternity of this
Like falling angels
The world disappeared
Laughing
Sharp and open
Leave me alone
And sleeping less every night
As the
Creatures kissing in the rain
Shapeless in the dark again
In the