Aches
That dull ache low in your belly. A sharp pain in your back. The ache of being betrayed. Of all the flowers in the garden, I am not the brightest; make no mistake however, for
Wings of a (Fallen) Angel
In the fables In the tales Their beauty unsurpassed Ivory feathers serve as wings Gliding higher Surveying our earth beneath How we longed to fly Not merely gliding But soaring towards heavens above Oh, but
Running in Wonderland
Deep in slumber I fall… Down Alice’s rabbit hole Thru the looking glass I’ve taken a potion or two To get thru the day Now the mirror is shattered Seven years of bad luck and