A thousand pictures away,
Drive together up hot rust
About we play luscious TV
You trudging on garden bed
Lust please rip him into meat.
My feelings: A person who is destroying photos while reminiscing an unsatisfying relationship
Scream shipping
Shadowed diamonds
By wind lick all away
Mist to me
Ugly but see
Never those with her and he
She and a sibling escaping their ugly reality by ship as stowaways.
You and I
were once the two separate sides
of the same electrical cord;
often tangled between each other,
building knots and kneading bundles of bridges
on top cedar, oak and birch floorboards.
There are old journals on my bookshelf
blank pages at the back
filled with unfinished poetry
similes with no synonyms
metaphors with no meaning
Snow forts built of packed wet flour
in a big orange plastic bowl,
S q i u s h
and unfold like an origami fortune
of milky dough and chocolate chips.
They just keep coming.
No matter how broken I feel,
No matter my pleas,
They just keep coming.