the subterfuge of glances ready to peel the layers from winter’s skin
Tag: Singapore
revise macabre sentiments to the tune of black gold shadows
the winged oddball ramming itself wall to wall beetle juice anyone
winter fingers reach out and gently grasp at fleeting moments
plain dread brain dead need we say more
dirge of the socially forbidden fruit in the dark before dawn
we share our grief over a claw you shed gone cat never found
a week now i hope you find peace when you crossed over to the truth
cold synthetic leathered hands to hold the grey matter in place
stopped counting the ants i’ve flushed down the toilet
