Say Like 70 TimesI hate your face, speaking volumes of dishonesty with disdain encrusted lips. Your features contort, scrunched eyebrows, frustrated eyes and crinkled forehead. There is no beauty in your ego and your attitude, etched in lines across your face marking age and personality.Say Like 70 Times
Sullen RoomButterflies and HurricanesWhat's the point in giving roses?Butterflies and Hurricanes
in the end they always die. . . .
pull the butterflies wings and watch it wither like the rose on the end table. the butterfly trembles, caught in the web of the black widow spider, unaware of its own defeat.
Does the red rose see its own demise? while thorns protect its fading color…
River SyxA cold kiss of air breached her cocoon of covers, strewn about her body to protect the warmth she desires desperately to call her own.River Syx
The ferryman of dreams lets her cross the river for the price of her lips touch upon his own, a price she willingly pays to stay suspended in the warmth only her dreams can leave.
