the thought of it being anything other than a chair scares you.
a fire / a trough / a pill
the subtle nose dive / the silent quake
you have the wicked ability / to paint flowers as death's invitation.
like placing paper / to the flame.
i am effortlessly erratic
the days are a game / of catch and release.
Sometimes it all feels like swallowing glass; you reach for a solution but it's like trying to catch smoke in your hand.
silver as the / magnetic moonrise.
let's pretend this / never happened