How your eyes dissolve the melancholy of nights staring up
I tore it open and removed every book
Here you may live a hundred hollow dark years.
Halloween falls to the children's knees and imaginations.
But your feet made such rude remarks to the wait-staff.
"You can come in, but you have to replace what you break."
Record, she’s a creeping spider.
Blurring and delineating your face in the darkness of memory.
The best it can do is bite me.
I knew in high school something. Even then ...