Poems

For I will never taste the sterling sweet yet tooth-aching crunch.

Grieving is the hardest feeling to confess.

Somewhere lies a fragment of better days / But who knows where

I wonder what the sun would think about the whole debacle.

My mind is a maze.

But feelings are fleeting…

Gasping ocean of firework palpitations attacks like cold-blooded flash flood Sweat pellets burrow out of flesh armor like an army of miniscule, transparent ants Cotton candy swirl vision synchronizes with …