Sulfur mixed in rose petals.
Cigarette ash & spoiled meat&
Brimstone lined with daydreams
& nightmares drenched in the
sillage of lilies.
Beds covered in one lined sheets.
Letters dangle like tongues.
Syllables stick like moles on skin.
Vodka sweethearts& star filled sunrises.
Wrinkled faces, with sharpied life lines.
Citric acid & your favorites chocolates.
Summertimes snowflakes &
quotation marks grip
like your hand in mine
though I lost it in the second great war.
What I Am Made Of