Several dogs sift through trash, a man appears, the canines now feast on meat.
A great giant sleeps none aware, she wake from her rest, molten Earth flows.
The journal he kept was one he did so thoughts would not become actions.
1. Your warm hand on my wrist terrifies me, for I buried you last week.
2. Take your cold hands off of my heart, I remember checking “non-donor”.
3. She awoke in a terror, and began clawing at the coffin door
Your lingering cologne awakens my senses, the reminiscence of your lips’ soft sweet kisses.
Are your legs tired? Because all day you have been running through my mind.
Your brisk chilling whisper of sweet nothings fills my heart and mind with bitterness.
A little booze turned little girls into little women in his eyes.