My mother asks my doctor for final alignment – that I was in fact dying
Her supper-sorting mind knew no better than to fall away on…
A stolen someone – concrete feet and she feels it all make its murky way around the surrounds of a theatrical somebody
Ashen-faced, living seething people…
This moving object holds no real gain but for otherworldly creation – been sinning to win outright, midst the nocturnal fight of a strifetime
Flustered rolled-up…
Lacking in creativity, the stolen soul
All imaginatively bewildering fixations endlessly ceasing to be – she’s down upon right round her pulsating knees
Praying to…
What if I said to you that the earth wasn’t supposed to taste so very sickeningly suggestive -…
These books of constant criticism living inside of his addled mind – a woollen green jumper his favourite thing
Remarkably unkempt and harassed by ceaseless creation…
Pummelled to the deathly : ready but never ready
Unfit, unable, utter promiscuity
An Artist carries the wrong heart altogether
Far-fetched yet… bolstered to the bones of his…
Out of commission, the unsung hero – gold medals for resilience haven’t been accepted yet
A falling angel still feels the searing heat of a beautiful…
Wanting too much, compared to too little
A prodigious genius masquerading as a stolen wannabe – sticking to all of the neurotic rules against her every…
Seven ranges of rip-torn rain placing themselves against the winding winds – shy time’s been relatively, enticingly, kind and in a none too typified way
There…
Waste not, want not, to be extracurricular by way of delicious default – all eyes upon the gracious prize again, a gaining interest in all of these…
A sparkle of inebriated sorts, an ill-perceived and truculent way about the high ‘n’ flighty
Burning layers of malnourished money with the might of their microscopic…
Seventeen layers of strategically stratified unholy catastrophe and all of it a skin-deep and terrifically shape-shifting thing of bewildering disposition
The chosen one – bipolar-bound by…
He takes her dismantled dress and depresses its natural curvature of rightful reasoning – he solemnly sees that she has been bleeding by the multitude of bleeds,…
My lungs are singing midst the sparkling whisper of the Sunday morning silken sun, it’s in the early a.m. and I am purposefully hellbent and arising to…
rupture
Scratch
split
Her mid-evening smoke screens suggest such a mightily fragrant thing – a pressed thriller-lip and we are all…
An iconoclast basks, wherein more of the very same has to mean more than nothing at all anymore -…
Bohemian and entirely lost of a way with wonderful words anymore – the darkly attired, dutifully exhausted imbecile seems to have had his sun-stroked day wherein haphazard…
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