Perfection Is Flawed

She
The “Angel”
She beckons to you
Her smile is sweet
...

If I were a dagger,
the murkiness of the moonlight would

reflect,
...

A child's precision
a white paper world, crayon-colored.
Delicate shape, formed by
small, clumsy fingers.
...

All these mindless cries

that Shout
...

Hear the thunder, in cold, dark skies,
temper rising as he curses at nothing and everything.
...

You with your key
that isn't
really
...

(I)

First note sounds.
flooded silence in this cold, empty city
...

in dimmed
consciousness
blurred thoughts
...

It loomed over them
Menacingly, but also
Temptingly.
Some tried to run
...

Your heart constricts
(Making breathing
harder than usual)
Your lip
...

Father
told me to win
So
I had to
...

I laugh, Cry,
happiness overwhelms me
despair drowns me.
...

Left
without leaving

Died
...

In the darkroom

[[filled with fleeting fancies,
desires that you can’t possibly
...

(Translucence)

((pitterpatter))
...

Tentatively, she steps,
Dark blue jeans made darker
by cold, chorine(d) water.
...

the sound of shattering
fragments on the floor

and the Flames,
...

Chilled dessert spoon
against cold, sinful sweetness

Vanilla ice-cream,
...

Click
In the resounding darkness

Spin, a blur of
...

I
and
It is silent.
...