expelleddwindling in the nether regiona realm of hell in which I burn hoping to riseI call out give me voiceIn raptured silence do pleadMy need is greatsickened hope, my grievous errora platform to jump fromsending my words...careeningat light speed through...

If I had a quill made of goldthat wrote of stories, new and oldcreate new dreams and fairytaleson pages carried by silver sails sketch bright flowers with bumblebeesor babbling brooks with autumn leaveswrite of sorrow pain and griefor paint a...

nonot that versionnot that onenot the pieces stitched togetherouta all the thingsyou needed me to be look at mehold it theredon’t let your eyes slide offdon’t try to soften the edges so you can keep your image of me see me little...